The Second Reader: Consisting of Easy and Progressive Lessons

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Sanborn, Carter, Bazin, 1856 - Children's literature - 192 pages
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Page 21 - To do to others as I would That they should do to me, Will make me honest, kind, and good, As children ought to be.
Page 8 - ... twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty thirty forty fifty sixty seventy eighty ninety one hundred two hundred three hundred four hundred five hundred...
Page 88 - 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.
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Page 70 - The birds can warble, and the young lambs can bleat, but we can open our lips in His praise, we can speak of all His goodness.
Page 159 - Whatever he touches turns to ice. If he were to strike you with his cold hand, you would be quite stiff and dead, like a piece of marble. Youths and maidens, do you see him ? He is coming fast upon us, and soon he will be here. Tell me, if you know, who is he, and what is his name.
Page 75 - Twould make the earth a cheerless place, Should we dispense with these. The little birds — how fond they play ! Do not disturb their sport ; But let them warble forth their songs Till winter cuts them short. Don't kill the birds — the happy birds That bless the field and grove : So innocent to look upon, They claim our warmest love.
Page 175 - The sun is glorious, but He that made the sun is more glorious than he. The eye beholdeth Him not, for His brightness is more dazzling than we could bear.
Page 97 - Three little graves, ranged side by side, My close attention drew; O'er two, the tall grass, bending, sighed, And one seemed fresh and new.
Page 104 - Who told her how to weave it best, And lay the twigs across ? Who taught the busy bee to...

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