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Página 90 - Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "For I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again Who sleep upon your bed.
Página 91 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing!
Página 90 - I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome— will you please to take a slice?
Página 99 - I am coming, I am coming! Hark! the little bee is humming; See! the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky; And the gnats are on the wing, Wheeling round in airy ring.
Página 91 - Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 90 - With soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed?" Said the Spider to the Fly. " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; The sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Página 91 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple...
Página 100 - Hark ! the new-born lambs are bleating;. And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms — a noisy crowd! All the birds are singing loud; And the first white butterfly In the sunshine dances by.
Página 90 - 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?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!