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Стр. 102 - Reynard, not tired, Her plumage admired, ' How charming ! how brilliant its hue ! The voice must be fine, Of a bird so divine, Ah, let me just hear it, pray do. ' Believe me, I long To hear a sweet song...
Стр. 207 - True Stories from Ancient History, , . . , . Chronologically arranged from the Creation of the World to the Death : of Charlemagne. Twelfth Edition. With 24 Steel Engravings. 12mo, 5s. cloth. True Stories from Modern History, From the Death of Charlemagne to the present Time.
Стр. 200 - Yet knows not what she says ; The noble Horse will win the race, Or draw you in a chaise. The Pig is not a feeder nice, The Squirrel loves a nut, The Wolf would eat you in a trice, The Buzzard's eyes are shut.
Стр. 192 - DOWN in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And...
Стр. 72 - My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.
Стр. 72 - Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if GOD please my life to spare, I hope I shall reward thy care, My Mother.
Стр. 10 - Again in thickest darkness plunged, He groped his way to find ; And now he thought he spied beyond A form of horrid kind. In deadly white it upward rose, Of cloak or mantle bare, And held its naked arms across, To catch him by the hair. Poor Henry felt his blood run cold At what before him stood ; But well, thought he, no harm, I 'm sure. Can happen to the good.
Стр. 146 - THE COW AND THE ASS. BESIDE a green meadow a stream used to flow, So clear, one might see the white pebbles below ; To this cooling brook the warm cattle would stray, To stand in the shade on a hot summer's day. A cow, quite...