INDEX. PAGE A certain wandering wily fox A greenfinch and a nightingale A hermit there was, and he lived in a grot A nightingale, that all day long A pert young ape, in wanton play A prowling wolf, whose shaggy skin A troop of horses met in state Around the fire, one wintry night As an ant, of his talents exceedingly vain Beside a green meadow a stream used to flow Birds of air, whate'er ye be . Busy, thirsty, curious fly Clip, clap! goes the mill, by the swift running brook, clip, clap Come, my children, come away Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste "Dear mother," said a little fish Do ye know the little wood-mouse . 102 35 Feather'd songster, warbling high Get up, little sister: the morning is bright I'm a strange contradiction, I'm new and I'm old I am coming, little maiden I glance into the harvest-field In a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided. 24 4 101 29 53 65 In a pleasant chamber close beside 55 It happen'd on a cloudy morn 70 It was a summer evening 47 I wish I were a little bird |
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