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Title: The Tiny Picture BookAuthor: AnonymousRelease date: November 8, 2007 [eBook #23407]Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Diane Monico and The Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet Archive/American Libraries.)
Title: The Tiny Picture Book
Author: Anonymous
Author: Anonymous
Release date: November 8, 2007 [eBook #23407]
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Diane Monico and The Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet Archive/American Libraries.)
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CHARLESTOWN, MASS.
apple
APPLES so round, and bright, and red—O, how I love to see;They look so tempting as they hangUpon the green old tree.A naughty boy once tried to stealFrom off his neighbor's bough;But sad to hear, adown he fell,And is a cripple now.
APPLES so round, and bright, and red—O, how I love to see;They look so tempting as they hangUpon the green old tree.
A naughty boy once tried to stealFrom off his neighbor's bough;But sad to hear, adown he fell,And is a cripple now.
boy
BOYS oftentimes are rough and rude,And join in wicked play;But hoop and top, and bat and ball,Are better any day."Hark! hark! I hear a tinkling bell;It calleth me to school."Run, run! my boy, and study well;Keep strictly every rule.
BOYS oftentimes are rough and rude,And join in wicked play;But hoop and top, and bat and ball,Are better any day.
"Hark! hark! I hear a tinkling bell;It calleth me to school."Run, run! my boy, and study well;Keep strictly every rule.
cat
CAREFUL be of poor old puss,She catcheth all the mice:If any rat appears in sight,She chases in a trice.And then she comes and sits her down,And washes all her fur;How kind and loving doth she look—How pleasant doth she purr.
CAREFUL be of poor old puss,She catcheth all the mice:If any rat appears in sight,She chases in a trice.
And then she comes and sits her down,And washes all her fur;How kind and loving doth she look—How pleasant doth she purr.
dog
DOGS are so faithful, kind, and true,We ought to treat them well;My little Johnny had a dog,Of which I wish to tell.Now little John was at his playBeside the river's brink—Plash! in he fell! Good Rover ran,And would not let him sink.
DOGS are so faithful, kind, and true,We ought to treat them well;My little Johnny had a dog,Of which I wish to tell.
Now little John was at his playBeside the river's brink—Plash! in he fell! Good Rover ran,And would not let him sink.
egg
EGGS are most useful to mamma;She says she could not make,Without the help of new-laid eggs,Good pudding or nice cake.I'm sure the hens are very kindTo lay for us some eggs;O, do not stone or tease them so,You'll break their little legs.
EGGS are most useful to mamma;She says she could not make,Without the help of new-laid eggs,Good pudding or nice cake.
I'm sure the hens are very kindTo lay for us some eggs;O, do not stone or tease them so,You'll break their little legs.
frog
FROGS! frogs! I hear their merry croakFrom river, pond, and stream;O, now I know that Spring has come,And all will soon be green.Who would not sing in sweet spring-time,The time of song and flowers?Dear children, youth is your spring-time;Improve its precious hours.
FROGS! frogs! I hear their merry croakFrom river, pond, and stream;O, now I know that Spring has come,And all will soon be green.
Who would not sing in sweet spring-time,The time of song and flowers?Dear children, youth is your spring-time;Improve its precious hours.
girl
GIRLS should be gentle, soft, and mild;Never be rough and rude;It always makes a happy home,Where little girls are good.And they should love sweet Jesus, too;His blessed laws obey;At morning's light, at evening's shade,For his kind blessing pray.
GIRLS should be gentle, soft, and mild;Never be rough and rude;It always makes a happy home,Where little girls are good.
And they should love sweet Jesus, too;His blessed laws obey;At morning's light, at evening's shade,For his kind blessing pray.
hive
HIVES are the homes of little bees,And when the day is fair,In busy haste they sally forthInto the sunny air,To gather honey from the flowers,And bear it to the hive.Buzz—buzz—work—work—the livelong day;O, how the busy thrive!
HIVES are the homes of little bees,And when the day is fair,In busy haste they sally forthInto the sunny air,
To gather honey from the flowers,And bear it to the hive.Buzz—buzz—work—work—the livelong day;O, how the busy thrive!
ibex
"IBEX! what is an Ibex, pa?"Said little John, one day;"A strange and funny animal,Where do they live, I pray?""It is a kind of goat, my son,Whose horns are wondrous long,They climb the rough and snowy Alps,With nimble feet and strong."
"IBEX! what is an Ibex, pa?"Said little John, one day;"A strange and funny animal,Where do they live, I pray?"
"It is a kind of goat, my son,Whose horns are wondrous long,They climb the rough and snowy Alps,With nimble feet and strong."
jug
JUGS that we use are chiefly madeOf stone or earthen ware;We find them very useful, andMust handle them with care.But jugs are sometimes used by men,To hold their rum or gin—These are temptations, children dear;Pray to be kept from sin.
JUGS that we use are chiefly madeOf stone or earthen ware;We find them very useful, andMust handle them with care.
But jugs are sometimes used by men,To hold their rum or gin—These are temptations, children dear;Pray to be kept from sin.
keg
KEGS, too, so useful in their way,Are tightly made of wood;We pack our butter and our lardIn kegs to keep them good.Their form is homely—but if clean,They very useful are;The meanest household article,Requires the nicest care.
KEGS, too, so useful in their way,Are tightly made of wood;We pack our butter and our lardIn kegs to keep them good.
Their form is homely—but if clean,They very useful are;The meanest household article,Requires the nicest care.
lamb
LAMB—pretty, little, quiet lamb,So gentle and so mild;O, do not be afraid of me,I'm but a little child.O, may I be of that dear flock,Of which the Saviour told;Within the pastures of his love,He keeps his precious fold.
LAMB—pretty, little, quiet lamb,So gentle and so mild;O, do not be afraid of me,I'm but a little child.
O, may I be of that dear flock,Of which the Saviour told;Within the pastures of his love,He keeps his precious fold.
melon
MELONS do in the garden grow,And very fine are they;Cool and refreshing to the taste,Upon a summer's day.And melons grow upon a vineThat creepeth on the ground;Amidst the green and silky leaves,The rich, ripe fruit is found.
MELONS do in the garden grow,And very fine are they;Cool and refreshing to the taste,Upon a summer's day.
And melons grow upon a vineThat creepeth on the ground;Amidst the green and silky leaves,The rich, ripe fruit is found.
nest
NEST! O, a little robin's nest!Up in the apple tree!Four little eggs all blue and white,So close and snug, I see."Mother, how could a little birdSo neat a nest have made?""'Twas God that taught the little birdHow every straw was laid."
NEST! O, a little robin's nest!Up in the apple tree!Four little eggs all blue and white,So close and snug, I see.
"Mother, how could a little birdSo neat a nest have made?""'Twas God that taught the little birdHow every straw was laid."
owl
"O, how I hate an ugly owl!"Cried little Johnny Lee;This is a very silly hate,In Johnny's heart to be.Our God did make the hooting owl,For purpose good and wise;O, there is nothing we should hate,But sin's unholy guise.
"O, how I hate an ugly owl!"Cried little Johnny Lee;This is a very silly hate,In Johnny's heart to be.
Our God did make the hooting owl,For purpose good and wise;O, there is nothing we should hate,But sin's unholy guise.
pig
PIGS we are apt to treat with scorn,But this is hardly fair.For very useful is poor pig.You surely will declare.He helps to form our sausages,And they are very good;His bristles make our brushes, andHis pork we love for food.
PIGS we are apt to treat with scorn,But this is hardly fair.For very useful is poor pig.You surely will declare.
He helps to form our sausages,And they are very good;His bristles make our brushes, andHis pork we love for food.
quail
QUAILS fill my mind with holy thoughts;For when the chosen tribeWere wandering in the wildernessJehovah was their guide.When hungry, to the Lord they cried;He sent them quails for food.God will send us, in hour of need,Whatever is for good.
QUAILS fill my mind with holy thoughts;For when the chosen tribeWere wandering in the wildernessJehovah was their guide.
When hungry, to the Lord they cried;He sent them quails for food.God will send us, in hour of need,Whatever is for good.
rose
ROSES are very fair to see,And fragrant is their breath;Their soft perfume doth scent the airThe sweetest after death.O, let us die in holy peace;And may our deeds of loveBear witness of a holy life,A pledge of rest above.
ROSES are very fair to see,And fragrant is their breath;Their soft perfume doth scent the airThe sweetest after death.
O, let us die in holy peace;And may our deeds of loveBear witness of a holy life,A pledge of rest above.
swan
SWANS float upon the waters blue;How beautiful the sight!Their snowy plumage, graceful form,And neck so arched and light!Old poets say, the swan doth singOne song with dying breath;How sweet the thought—with holy songTo welcome coming death!
SWANS float upon the waters blue;How beautiful the sight!Their snowy plumage, graceful form,And neck so arched and light!
Old poets say, the swan doth singOne song with dying breath;How sweet the thought—with holy songTo welcome coming death!
tiger
TIGERS are handsome, noble beasts,But O, most fierce are they!With mighty strength and bloody grasp,They pounce upon their prey.So beauty is of little worth,Without a gentle mind;Though few are handsome, yet we allCan gentle be, and kind.
TIGERS are handsome, noble beasts,But O, most fierce are they!With mighty strength and bloody grasp,They pounce upon their prey.
So beauty is of little worth,Without a gentle mind;Though few are handsome, yet we allCan gentle be, and kind.
urn
URNS were much used in olden time;The bodies of the deadWere burnt to ashes, and the dustIn urns deposited.And often, on the tombstones now,We see carved out an urn,To tell us all we are but dust,To which we must return.
URNS were much used in olden time;The bodies of the deadWere burnt to ashes, and the dustIn urns deposited.
And often, on the tombstones now,We see carved out an urn,To tell us all we are but dust,To which we must return.
vine
VINES form a cool, refreshing shade,And grapes are fine and fair,Hanging in purple clusters—O,They look so rich and rare!Our Saviour saith, "I am a vine,My branches shall ye be;I will abide with you in love,If ye abide in me."
VINES form a cool, refreshing shade,And grapes are fine and fair,Hanging in purple clusters—O,They look so rich and rare!
Our Saviour saith, "I am a vine,My branches shall ye be;I will abide with you in love,If ye abide in me."
wolf
WOLVES are both fierce and cruel beasts,And feed on little lambs,If they perchance do stray awayFrom the kind shepherd's hands.We are the lambs of Jesus' fold;O, may we never strayFrom our good Shepherd, lest we loseThe straight and narrow way.
WOLVES are both fierce and cruel beasts,And feed on little lambs,If they perchance do stray awayFrom the kind shepherd's hands.
We are the lambs of Jesus' fold;O, may we never strayFrom our good Shepherd, lest we loseThe straight and narrow way.
xebec
XEBECS are ships with three small masts,And light and fast they sail,But cannot stand a boisterous storm,Or weather a rude gale.This life is like a wide-spread sea;And, guided by the handOf Him who made us, we sail onTo reach a heavenly land.
XEBECS are ships with three small masts,And light and fast they sail,But cannot stand a boisterous storm,Or weather a rude gale.
This life is like a wide-spread sea;And, guided by the handOf Him who made us, we sail onTo reach a heavenly land.
yacht
YACHTS are small pleasure boats, both lightAnd airy in their form;They float upon a summer sea,But anchor in a storm.Our anchor is the hope of heaven;When storms of sorrow lower,Secure and firm, we will not fear,Even in the darkest hour.
YACHTS are small pleasure boats, both lightAnd airy in their form;They float upon a summer sea,But anchor in a storm.
Our anchor is the hope of heaven;When storms of sorrow lower,Secure and firm, we will not fear,Even in the darkest hour.
zebra
ZEBRAS in form are like our horse,Though not so tall and slim;Striped and glossy, smooth and bright,And beautiful their skin.They are not docile, like the horse,They treat man with disdain;They spurn the rider and his whip,His bridle, bit and rein.
ZEBRAS in form are like our horse,Though not so tall and slim;Striped and glossy, smooth and bright,And beautiful their skin.
They are not docile, like the horse,They treat man with disdain;They spurn the rider and his whip,His bridle, bit and rein.
a, b, c
"Why must I learn my A, B, C?"Asked little Kate; "it wearies me.I wish to put my book away,I wish to run about and play.There's kitty in the portico,O dear! if I could only go;Indeed, I think it very wrongTo make poor kitty wait so long;I'll gather pretty flowers for you,If I may go—do let me, do."
"Why must I learn my A, B, C?"Asked little Kate; "it wearies me.I wish to put my book away,I wish to run about and play.There's kitty in the portico,O dear! if I could only go;Indeed, I think it very wrongTo make poor kitty wait so long;I'll gather pretty flowers for you,If I may go—do let me, do."
Now run away, you little things,And romp, and jump, and play;You have been quiet long enough,So run away, I say.Fred, you and Lucy roll your hoops;You on a stick can ride;And nurse, with baby, run a race,Or any play beside.Little boys and girls may romp,And frisk, and jump, and play;Book and lessons both are done:So run away, I say.
Now run away, you little things,And romp, and jump, and play;You have been quiet long enough,So run away, I say.
Fred, you and Lucy roll your hoops;You on a stick can ride;And nurse, with baby, run a race,Or any play beside.
Little boys and girls may romp,And frisk, and jump, and play;Book and lessons both are done:So run away, I say.