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The Second Primary Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, With ...
George Stillman Hillard
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asked aspirate began blind bring brother brought cage called Carlo chance Clara door EXERCISES face Fanny father field forgot friends Frisk frogs garden gave girl give gone green grew ground happy head hear heard Henry hurt keep killed kind knew lamb land leave letter linnet little bird lived look marked Mary mind morning mother nest never nice night once passed play pleased poor praise pretty Pronounced returned Richard sheep ships shore side sight sing song soon sorry sound speak stones taught tell thing thought threw throw told tree truth vocal voice vowel walk warm wind wings wish wolf woods wrong young
Page 18 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Page 106 - ... a place for every thing, and every thing in its place...
Page 31 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go; He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Page 51 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Page 31 - I'm not afraid — You'll keep me from all harm." "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know...
Page 59 - THAT it were my chief delight, To do the things I ought ! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught. Wherever I am told to go, I'll cheerfully obey ; Nor will I mind it much, although I leave a pretty play.
Page 19 - In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are. Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Page 24 - Young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast. My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my play.
Page 12 - His errors, which extend in similar classes of words throughout all his dictionaries, arise from his imperfect knowledge of the power of the letter r. A moment's reflection will show that this letter has a peculiar influence on both the long and the short sound of the vowel which precedes it, in a monosyllable, or in...