John Heywood's Manchester readers. [With] Key, pt.1,2. Primer, ספר 1

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עמוד 38 - A fair little girl sat under a tree. Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work, and folded it right. And said, 'Dear work, Good Night! Good Night!
עמוד 39 - Though she saw him there like a ball of light ; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep. The tall pink foxglove bowed his head ; The violets...
עמוד 27 - I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm...
עמוד 24 - Lord, how sullen he would be ? He would catch a crumb, and then Sporting let it go again, He from my lip Would moisture sip, He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop, and then would run, And cry Philip when h' had done, O whose heart can choose but bleed ? O how eager would he fight?
עמוד 29 - Lady-bird ! lady-bird ! fly away home ; — The field-mouse has gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the bees and the birds are at rest.
עמוד 52 - An old woman lives in this hovel, and with her a little boy and girl, the children of a beggar, who died, and left these orphans perishing with hunger. They thought themselves very happy...
עמוד 24 - Philip when h' had done, O whose heart can choose but bleed ? O how eager would he fight? And ne'er hurt though he did bite : No morn did pass, But on my glass He would sit, and mark, and do What I did, now ruffle all His feathers o'er, now let 'em fall, And then straightway sleek 'em too.
עמוד 29 - Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home! The fairy bells tinkle afar! Make haste or they'll catch you, and harness you fast With a cobweb to Oberon's car.
עמוד 24 - Lesbia on her sparrow," is pretty and runs trippingly. " Tell me not of joy : there's none Now my little sparrow's gone ; He, just as you Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord, how sullen he would be ? He would catch a crumb, and then Sporting let it go again, He from my lip Would moisture sip, He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop...
עמוד 6 - I wish that yon could speak, And could know the words I say ! Pretty stories I would seek, To amuse you every day ; All about the honey bees, Flying past us in the sun ; Birds that sing among the trees, Lambs that in the meadows run.

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