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Page 126 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
Page 84 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 49 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 60 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 157 - When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
Page 71 - 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.
Page 47 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 70 - I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away ; She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire ; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire.