قراءة كتاب The Daisy, or, Cautionary Stories in Verse. Adapted to the Ideas of Children from Four to Eight Years Old.
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The Daisy, or, Cautionary Stories in Verse. Adapted to the Ideas of Children from Four to Eight Years Old.
الصفحة رقم: 5
babe was in the cradle laid,
And Tom had said his prayers;
When Frances told the nursery maid
She would not go up stairs,
She cried so loud her mother came
To ask the reason why;
And said, "O Frances, fie for shame!
O fie! O fie! O fie!"
To ask the reason why;
And said, "O Frances, fie for shame!
O fie! O fie! O fie!"
But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipp'd;
Until her mother said, "I will,
I must have Frances whipp'd."
And Betty sadly nipp'd;
Until her mother said, "I will,
I must have Frances whipp'd."
For, O how naughty 'tis to cry,
But worse, much worse to fight!
Instead of running readily,
And calling out good night.
But worse, much worse to fight!
Instead of running readily,
And calling out good night.
XXV.
The Fan.
Maria's aunt, who liv'd in town,
Once wrote a letter to her niece;
And sent, wrapp'd up, a new half-crown,
Besides a pretty pocket-piece.
Once wrote a letter to her niece;
And sent, wrapp'd up, a new half-crown,
Besides a pretty pocket-piece.
Maria jump'd with joy, and ran
To tell her sister the good news;
She said, "I mean to buy a fan,
Come, come along with me to chuse."
To tell her sister the good news;
She said, "I mean to buy a fan,
Come, come along with me to chuse."
They quickly tied their hats, and talk'd
Of yellow, lilac, pink, and green;
But far the sisters had not walk'd
Before the saddest sight was seen!
Of yellow, lilac, pink, and green;
But far the sisters had not walk'd
Before the saddest sight was seen!
Upon the ground a poor lame man,
Helpless and old, had tumbled down!
She thought no more about the fan,
But gave to him her new half-crown.
Helpless and old, had tumbled down!
She thought no more about the fan,
But gave to him her new half-crown.
XXVI.
Dinner.
Miss Kitty, was rude at the table one day,
And would not sit still on her seat;
Regardless of all that her mother could say,
From her chair little Kitty kept running away,
All the time they were eating the meat.
And would not sit still on her seat;
Regardless of all that her mother could say,
From her chair little Kitty kept running away,
All the time they were eating the meat.
As soon as she saw that the beef was remov'd,
She ran to her chair in great haste;
But her mother such giddy behaviour reprov'd,
By sending away the sweet pudding she lov'd,
Without giving Kitty one taste.
She ran to her chair in great haste;
But her mother such giddy behaviour reprov'd,
By sending away the sweet pudding she lov'd,
Without giving Kitty one taste.
XXVII.
The Chimney Sweeper.
Sweep, sweep! sweep, sweep! cries little Jack,
With brush and bag upon his back,
And black from head to foot;
While daily as he goes along,
Sweep, sweep! sweep, sweep! is all his song
Beneath his load of soot.
With brush and bag upon his back,
And black from head to foot;
While daily as he goes along,
Sweep, sweep! sweep, sweep! is all his song
Beneath his load of soot.
But then he was not always black:
O no; he once was pretty Jack,
And had a kind papa:
But, silly child! he ran to play,
Too far from home, a long, long way,
And did not ask mamma.
O no; he once was pretty Jack,
And had a kind papa:
But, silly child! he ran to play,
Too far from home, a long, long way,
And did not ask mamma.
So he was lost, and now must creep
Up chimneys, crying Sweep! sweep! sweep!
Up chimneys, crying Sweep! sweep! sweep!
XXVIII.
The Rose.
"Dear Mother," said a little boy,
"This rose is sweet and red;
Then tell me, pray, the reason why
I heard you call it dead?
"I did not think it was alive,
I never heard it talk,
Nor did I ever see it strive,
To run about or walk!"
I never heard it talk,
Nor did I ever see it strive,
To run about or walk!"
"My dearest boy," the mother said,
"This rose grew on a tree:
But now its leaves begin to fade,
And all fall off, you see.
"This rose grew on a tree:
But now its leaves begin to fade,
And all fall off, you see.
"Before, when growing on the bough,
So beautiful and red,
We say it liv'd; but, with'ring now,
We say the rose is dead."
So beautiful and red,
We say it liv'd; but, with'ring now,
We say the rose is dead."
XXIX.
Poisonous Fruit.
As Tommy and his sister Jane
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and over head;
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and over head;
And soon the bough they bended down,
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part, in play,
They threw about, and flung away.
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part, in play,
They threw about, and flung away.
But long they had not been at home
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken, sick and ill, to bed,
And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken, sick and ill, to bed,
And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
Alas! had Tommy understood
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
