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... never comes out of a hot or dirty dairy . And good children seldom come out of a dirty house . THE COW . Thank you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and ...
... never comes out of a hot or dirty dairy . And good children seldom come out of a dirty house . THE COW . Thank you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and ...
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... never raising ; There are forty feeding like one . Like an army de - feated , The snow hath re - treated , And now doth fare ill , On the top of the bare hill ; The plough - boy is whooping , anon , anon ! There's joy on the moun ...
... never raising ; There are forty feeding like one . Like an army de - feated , The snow hath re - treated , And now doth fare ill , On the top of the bare hill ; The plough - boy is whooping , anon , anon ! There's joy on the moun ...
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... - penny , then poor Cocky - locky , then poor Ducky - daddles , then poor Goosy - poosy , and then poor Turkey - lurky . So they never got to the King to tell him that the sky had fallen on the head of poor 34 THE FIRST STANDARD ' READER .
... - penny , then poor Cocky - locky , then poor Ducky - daddles , then poor Goosy - poosy , and then poor Turkey - lurky . So they never got to the King to tell him that the sky had fallen on the head of poor 34 THE FIRST STANDARD ' READER .
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... never live there . It may be all very well to peep , now and then , at the fine sights , but you soon get tired of them all . The smoky chim - neys , and the long streets , oh , I cannot bear them ! People say , it is best to live in ...
... never live there . It may be all very well to peep , now and then , at the fine sights , but you soon get tired of them all . The smoky chim - neys , and the long streets , oh , I cannot bear them ! People say , it is best to live in ...
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... never , Cuckoo , cuckoo ; Sing cuckoo ! MORNING HYMN . Awake , my soul , and with the sun , My daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth , and early rise , To pay thy morning sac - rifice . Lord ! I my vows to Thee renew : Scatter ...
... never , Cuckoo , cuckoo ; Sing cuckoo ! MORNING HYMN . Awake , my soul , and with the sun , My daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth , and early rise , To pay thy morning sac - rifice . Lord ! I my vows to Thee renew : Scatter ...
Common terms and phrases
Betty Pringle big billy-goat Gruff birdie birds black-board bonny song bridge butter Christmas pie Cocky-locky cream cuckoo Ding dong Ducky-daddles fawn field flies frighten'd gaed going to-day gone Goosy-poosy grass grey greedy hawk Henny-penny hill-side idle Jack Horner King to sing kite lamb little boy little girl Little Robin Red-breast Mary masts mee-ow Meggy and Herbert mi-ow milk mittens moolly cow mother dear Muschy nest nice noon numbers play pleasant plough pretty purr-r puss pussy Pussy-cat Quack Rhymes roared the troll sail ship sky is falling sly fox snipe song teeny-tiny bone teeny-tiny clothes teeny-tiny head teeny-tiny house teeny-tiny voice teeny-tiny woman tell the King three little kittens tree trip and go TRIP-TRAP Turkey-lurky walk warm wash'd wee boy wee robin answer'd wee robin flew wheat wool young goat yule morning
Popular passages
Page 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...
Page 14 - A MAN of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed,...
Page 36 - ONCE on a time there were three Billy-goats, who were to go up to the hill-side to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was " Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a burn they had to cross ; and under the bridge lived a great ugly Troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So first of all came the youngest billy-goat Gruff to cross the bridge. " Trip, trap ! trip, trap !
Page 43 - And he saw a bee flying about, first upon one flower, and then upon another ; so he said, Pretty bee ! will you come and play with me 1 But the bee said, No, I must not be idle, I must go and gather honey.
Page 30 - The Sheep. LAZY sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant fields you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night ? Every thing can something do, But what kind of use are you...
Page 38 - That was what the big billy-goat said ; and so he flew at the Troll and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the burn, and after that he went up to the hill-side. There the billy-goats got so fat, they were scarce able to walk home again ; and if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why they're still fat ; and so — " Snip, snap, snout, This tale's told out.
Page 4 - And away Robin ran; Says little Robin Redbreast, 'Catch me if you can.
Page 33 - Where are you going to-day, Ducky-daddies, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?" And they said: "Oh, Goosie-poosie, the sky is falling, and we are going to tell the king.
Page 36 - TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge. "WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" roared the Troll. " Oh ! it's the second billy-goat Gruff, and I 'm going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy-goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
Page 25 - ... flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough-boy is whooping — anon — anon...