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Página 16 - Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings ! how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "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.
Página 119 - Look now at him ! Slyly peep, He pretends he is asleep ; Fast asleep upon his bed, « With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, And he is not settled quite — There ! that's better than before, And the knave pretends to snore ! Ha ! he is not half asleep ! See, he slyly takes a peep ! Monkey, though your eyes were shut You could see this little nut.
Página 26 - 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 25 - WILL you walk into my parlour ? " said the Spider to the Fly, — " Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy...
Página 56 - And the milky beech-nut is his bread and his wine. In the joy of his nature he frisks with a bound To the topmost twigs, and then down to the ground ; Then up again, like a winged thing, And from tree to tree with a vaulting spring ; Then he sits up aloft, and looks waggish and queer, As if he would say,
Página 18 - 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 26 - 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 ! 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...
Página 75 - On, the white Sea-gull, the wild Sea-gull, A joyful bird is he, As he lies like a cradled thing at rest In the arms of a sunny sea ! The little waves rock to and fro, And the white Gull lies asleep, As the fisher's bark, with breeze and tide, Goes merrily over the deep. The ship, with her fair sails set, goes by, And her people stand to note How the Sea-gull sits on the rocking waves, As if in an anchored boat.
Página 116 - THE MONKEY. MONKEY, little merry fellow, Thou art Nature's Punchinello ! Full of fun as Puck could be, Harlequin might learn of thee...
Página 43 - Her wings are the changeful green and blue That the neck of the Peacock shows. Thou happy, happy Humming-bird, No winter round thee lowers ; Thou never saw'st a leafless tree, Nor land without sweet flowers : A reign of summer joyfulness To thee for life is given ; Thy food the honey from the flower, Thy drink, the dew from heaven...