Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading eBook

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“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
  Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.” 
So they took it away, and were married next day
  By the Turkey who lives on the hill. 
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
  Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
  They danced by the light of the moon,
    The moon,
    The moon,
  They danced by the light of the moon.


One man’s meat is another man’s poison. 
Out of debt out of danger. 
Out of the frying-pan into the fire. 
Penny wise and pound foolish. 
Riches have wings. 
Robin Hood’s choice:  this or nothing. 
Rome was not built in a day. 
Save at the spiggot, and lose at the bung. 
Second thoughts are best. 
Set a thief to take a thief. 
A short horse is soon curried. 
Take the will for the deed. 
Take away my good name, take away my life. 
Take time by the forelock.


The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter “Little Prig;”
Bun replied,
“You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere. 
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place. 
If I’m not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry. 
I’ll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.”



  The Cock is crowing,
  The stream is flowing,
  The small birds twitter,
  The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
  The oldest and youngest
  Are at work with the strongest;
  The cattle are grazing. 
  Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

  Like an army defeated
  The snow hath retreated,
  And now doth fare ill
  On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping—­anon—­anon
  There’s joy in the mountains;
  There’s life in the fountains;
  Small clouds are sailing,
  Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!


Those evening bells! those evening bells! 
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are passed away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

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