The ... [first-fourth] Reading-book, Volumen3J.B. Lippincott, 1890 |
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AGNES GIBERN asked babies barn-cat beautiful BENJAMIN WAUGH bird blue Blunder boat is full brothers Brownies child Christmas cold cried dear donkey door duck duckling earth eggs Eikon eyes fairy fast father feet flax flew flower giant girl grass hand HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN happy head heard heart house-cat JEAN INGELOW king kitten Kitty knew lark laugh LIBRARY R ASTOR Little birdies little boy little fellow live locust looked merry moon mother never night Old Owl OLIVE THORNE MILLER Oohoo peeped poor little Posy pretty red giant salt Sea Urchin sleep smile snow Stella stood story sunshine sweet tell thing thought tiger-kitten tired told Tommy turn ugly UGLY DUCKLING voice wait walked wind wings Wishing-Gate wonderful YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 326 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 326 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Página 169 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Página 311 - THANKSGIVING DAY Over the river and through the wood, To Grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood—• Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes, And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play— Hear the bells ring,
Página 163 - Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm. He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content. " She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged and poor and slow ; " And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand, " If ever she's poor and old and gray, .When her own dear boy is far away.
Página 253 - I am old, so old I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better; They are only one times one.
Página 10 - Where did you get your eyes so blue ? " " Out of the sky as I came through." " What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ? " " Some of the starry spikes left in." "Where did you get that little tear ? " " I found it waiting when I got here.
Página 156 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Página 230 - Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Página 115 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray; And when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child.