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Strana 10 - A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
Strana 74 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Strana 27 - ... not big, He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay ; And while he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young or old. He often squeak'd, and sometimes vi'lent, And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent : Tho' ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat.
Strana 5 - I'll dress you like a goldfinch, Or like a peacock gay; So, if you'll have me, Jenny, Let us appoint the day.