Chambers's English readers, ed. by J.M.D. Meiklejohn, Book 1

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Page 9 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play...
Page 40 - And she clucked, and she scratched, and she bristled away, And what do you think I heard the hen say? I heard her say, "The sun never did shine On anything like to these chickens of mine; You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please, But you never will find ten such chickens as these.
Page 96 - The buds are all opening — the dew's on the flower ; If you shake but a branch, see, there falls quite a shower. By the side of their mothers, look under the trees, How the young lambs are skipping about as they please ; And by all those rings on the water I know The fishes are merrily swimming below. The bee, I dare...
Page 96 - Get up, for when all things are merry and glad, Good children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us daylight, dear sister; that we May rejoice like the lark, and may work like the bee.
Page 38 - And the mother-sheep and her little one Side by side lay down in the sun ; And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm, While my little lammie lies here on my arm. I went to the kitchen, and what did I see, But the old gray cat with her kittens three; I heard her whispering soft — said she :
Page 38 - As I walked over the hills one day, I listened and heard a mother-sheep say: " In all the green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie with his nimble feet, With his eyes so bright, And his wool so white, Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight. The robin, he That sings in a tree, Dearly may doat on his darlings four, But I love my one little lambkin more...
Page 58 - I HEAR a pretty bird, but hark ! I cannot see it anywhere. Oh ! it is a little lark, Singing in the morning air. Little lark, do tell me why You are singing in the sky...
Page 59 - Tis to sing a. merry song, To the pleasant morning light : Why linger in my nest so long, When the sun is shining bright ? Little lady, this is why I sing so early in the sky. To the little birds below, I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman know He must come to labour soon. Little lady, this is why I am singing in the sky.
Page 39 - She clucked and she scratched and she bustled away, And what do you think I heard the hen say ? I heard her say, " The sun never did shine On anything like to these chickens of mine ! You may hunt the full moon and the stars if you please, But you never will find ten such chickens as these ; My dear downy darlings, my sweet little things, Come, nestle now cosily under my wings.
Page 40 - My dear downy darlings, my sweet little things, Come, nestle now cosily under my wings." So the hen said, And the chickens all sped, As fast as they could, to their nice...

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