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.
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And he made it a rule
To be silent at school,
And what do you think came to pass?
Why, he learnt it so fast,
That, from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.
To be silent at school,
And what do you think came to pass?
Why, he learnt it so fast,
That, from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.
VII.
Dressed or undressed.
When children are naughty, and will not be drest,
Pray, what do you think is the way?
Why, often I really believe it is best
To keep them in night-clothes all day!
Pray, what do you think is the way?
Why, often I really believe it is best
To keep them in night-clothes all day!
But then they can have no good breakfast to eat,
Nor walk with their mother and aunt;
At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat,
Nor any thing else that they want.
Nor walk with their mother and aunt;
At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat,
Nor any thing else that they want.
Then who would be naughty and sit all the day
In night-clothes unfit to be seen!
And pray who would lose all their pudding and play
For not being dress'd neat and clean?
In night-clothes unfit to be seen!
And pray who would lose all their pudding and play
For not being dress'd neat and clean?
VIII.
Miss Peggy.
As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake.
Which her mother had said she should fetch from the wake,
A gentleman knock'd at the door; He entered the parlour, and show'd much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Which her mother had said she should fetch from the wake,
A gentleman knock'd at the door; He entered the parlour, and show'd much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Miss Peggy, asham'd, and to hide her disgrace,
Took hold of her frock, and quite covered her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then;
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promis'd her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss'd her again and again.
Took hold of her frock, and quite covered her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then;
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promis'd her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss'd her again and again.
IX.
The Idle Boy.
Get up, little boy! you are sleeping too long,
Your brother is dress'd, he is singing a song,
And Tom must be waken'd, O fie
Your brother is dress'd, he is singing a song,
And Tom must be waken'd, O fie
Come, open the curtains, and let in the light,
For children should only be sleepy at night,
When stars may be seen in the sky.
For children should only be sleepy at night,
When stars may be seen in the sky.
X.
Playful Pompey.
The dog can eat, and drink, and sleep,
And help to fetch the cows and sheep:
O, see how Pompey begs;
Hark! hark! he says, bow wow! bow wow!
But run away, good Pompey, now,
You'll tire your little legs.
And help to fetch the cows and sheep:
O, see how Pompey begs;
Hark! hark! he says, bow wow! bow wow!
But run away, good Pompey, now,
You'll tire your little legs.
XI.
Politeness.
Good little boys should never say
"I will," and "Give me these;"
O, no! that never is the way,
But, "Mother, if you please."
"I will," and "Give me these;"
O, no! that never is the way,
But, "Mother, if you please."
And, "If you please," to sister Ann,
Good boys to say are ready;
And, "Yes, Sir," to a gentleman,
And "Yes, Ma'am," to a lady.
Good boys to say are ready;
And, "Yes, Sir," to a gentleman,
And "Yes, Ma'am," to a lady.
XII.
Come when you are called.
Where's Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?
Where's Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
O! there they are, down in the lane,
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
Where's Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
O! there they are, down in the lane,
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
But Billy is rude and won't come,
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children, come home,
Oh Billy is coming at last.
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children, come home,
Oh Billy is coming at last.
I'm glad he remembers what's right,
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.
