The Third Reading-bookJ.B. Lippincott, 1890 - 336 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
AGNES GIBERNE Ant-Bear ant-hill asked babies barn-cat beautiful bees BENJAMIN WAUGH bird Blossoms blue boat Brownie child claws cried dear donkey door duckling earth eggs Eikon ev best EXERCISE FOR LANGUAGE.-No eyes fairy fast father feet fish flew flowers giant girl grass grasshopper grew hand HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN happy head heard heart house-cat Jack JEAN INGELOW kitchen knew laughed Little birdies little boy little fellow live looked Maltese kitten moon morning mother never night OLIVE THORNE MILLER peep play Polly poor little Posy prairie dogs pretty Queen round Sea Urchin shining skylark sleep smile snow spurs Stella stood sweet swim tell thing thought tiger-kitten told Tommy trees ugly UGLY DUCKLING voice wait walked watched wind wings wish wonderful
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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 167 - 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 148 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 161 - 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 228 - 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 113 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray; And when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child.