Poetry for children, selected and arranged with notes by E.A. Helps, Том 1

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Edmund Arthur Helps
1882

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Сторінка 31 - Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?
Сторінка 122 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Сторінка 33 - I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Сторінка 34 - At last Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour — but she ne'er came out again! And, now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Сторінка 66 - And scarlet breast-knot gay. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear ! Robin sings so sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red, and orange...
Сторінка 105 - Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig, or the gentleman's cloak.
Сторінка 74 - To the tree saw her fly, And to share in the prize made a vow ; For having just dined, He for cheese felt inclined, So he went and sat under the bough. She was cunning, he knew, But so was he too, And with flattery adapted his plan ; For he knew if she'd speak, It must fall from her beak, So, bowing politely, began : " 'Tis a very fine day " (Not a word did she say) : " The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south ; A fine harvest for peas : " He then looked at the cheese, But the crow did not open her mouth.
Сторінка 16 - WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?" WHO has seen the wind? Neither I nor you : But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind?
Сторінка 121 - To be my parents' hope and joy ; And, O ! preserve my brothers both From evil doings and from sloth, And may we always love each other, Our friends, our father, and our mother : And still, O Lord, to me impart, An innocent and grateful heart, That after my last sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day ! Amen.
Сторінка 62 - THERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell, She went to market her eggs for to sell ; She went to market all on a market day ; And she fell asleep on the king's highway.

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