Primer of the Phonic Method of Teaching Reading & Writing Simultaneously. With an IntroductionCharles Bean, 1875 - 76 oldal |
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74. oldal - She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
75. oldal - So in the churchyard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
75. oldal - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. "And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
71. oldal - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
73. oldal - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many may you be?
73. oldal - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
70. oldal - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see, What honour hath humility. When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
71. oldal - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
75. oldal - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem, And there upon the ground I sit, — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away. So in the churchyard she was laid ; And when the grass was dry, Together round her...
72. oldal - O, let me love thee ! Kind thou art To children such as I ; Give me a gentle holy heart; Be thou my friend on high. Help me to please my parents dear, And do whate'er they tell ; Bless all my friends, both far and near, And keep them safe and well.