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الصفحة 20 - ... To-whit ! To-whit ! To-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? " " Not I," said the cow, " Moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I," said the cow, " Moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do.
الصفحة 65 - Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing thro'. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
الصفحة 151 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
الصفحة 152 - You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
الصفحة 38 - SLEEP, baby, sleep ! Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree. And down falls a little dream on thee ; Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess ; Sleep, baby, sleep...
الصفحة 123 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
الصفحة 151 - There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please ; But the bow that bridges heaven, And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
الصفحة 21 - oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa ! Baa !" said the sheep ; " oh, no I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
الصفحة 22 - said the hen, " Don't ask me again. Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. " Cluck ! Cluck ! " said the hen, " Don't ask me again." " Chirr-a-whirr ! Chirr-a-whirr 1 All the birds make a stir ! Let us find out his name, And all cry ' For shame !' " " I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green ; " I think I never heard Of anything so mean.