قراءة كتاب Charles' Journey to France, and Other Tales

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Charles' Journey to France, and Other Tales

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Barbauld Mrs (Anna Letitia)

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France. Ha, ha, ha! He, he he! Ho, ho, ho! Here is a foolish little boy come a great way over the sea, and does not know that every body speaks French in France. Ha, ha, ha! He, he, he! Ho, ho, ho! Here is a foolish little boy come a great way over the sea, and does not know that every body speaks French in France. Ha, ha, ha! He, he, he! Ho, ho, ho!—What shall we do, little boy? every body laughs at us; and all the little birds twitter and chirp at us. We will go home again. Farewell, France! We will not go to France again till papa has taught us to talk French. Let us go into the ship again. Blow, wind, sail away ship! Now we are got back again. Pray, papa, teach the little boy French before he goes a great way abroad again.

THE BALL PLAYERS.

Up goes the ball with might and main,
And soon it cometh down again;
Ups and down, I've heard them say
For many a year, is the world's way!

Up goes the ball,—like a goblet-cup;
Hold your hand as you send it up!
Down it comes,—ere it reach the ground,
Catch the ball so firm and round.

An up and down, that is the way,
With a good round ball, that you must play;
Up, high as you can, then down again,
Five and five, and a double ten.

The world is a ball, and every star,
And the sun himself, great balls they are;
Round they go, and round about,
Ever and ever, yet ne'er are out!

Up goes the ball! Oh, if I threw
Up to the very sky so blue,
Up to the moon, or to Charles Wain,
'Twould be long ere the ball came down again!

An up and down—that is the way,
With a good round ball, that you must play;
Up, high as you can, and down again,
Ten and ten, and six times ten!

Face to the shade, and back to the shine;
Send up your balls with a toss like mine,
Straight as a dart, as if 't were cast
From the spring of a mighty arbalast.

There it goes! good luck to the ball!
Here it comes, with a plumping fall;