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Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 105 - Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig, or the gentleman's cloak.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.