. Piccole canzoni . GIARDINO ANNIES. IN Little Annies gardenGrew tutti i tipi di posies; ci erano pink, mignonette, tulipani, e rose. (9) • i 1 3 10 PICCOLE CANZONI. Piselli dolci, e glorie del mattino, un letto di violette blu, e marigolds, e gli asters, nel giardino Annies crebbe. Lì le api andarono per il miele, e anche gli uccelli umoranti; e lì le belle farfalle. E là fra i suoi flowers.every giorno luminoso e piacevole, nel suo proprio giardiniLittle Annie andato giocare. LA LUNA NUOVA. CARA madre, quanto la luna sembra di notte!non era mai così astuzia prima; (ID 12 LIT

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. Little songs . ANNIES GARDEN. IN little Annies gardenGrew all sorts of posies; There were pinks, and mignonette, And tulips, and roses. (9) • i 1 3 10 LITTLE SONGS. Sweet peas, and morning glories, A bed of violets blue, And marigolds, and asters, In Annies garden grew. There the bees went for honey, And the humming-birds too ; And there the pretty butterfliesAnd the lady-birds flew. And there among her flowers.Every bright and pleasant day, In her own pretty gardenLittle Annie went to play.. THE NEW MOON. DEAR mother, how prettyThe moon looks to-night!She was never so cunning before; (ID 12 LITTLE SONCS. Her two little hornsAre so sharp and so bright, I hope shell not grow any more. If I were up thereWith you and my friends, Id rock in it nicely you see ;Id sit in the middleAnd hold by both ends ; O, what a bright cradle twould be! I would call to the starsTo keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes, And there I would rockTill the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. THE NEW MOON. 13 And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home.

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