Child Classics: The Third ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1918 - 258 sider |
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Side 16
... round his head as though he would fell the tree at one stroke . But he had not given one blow , when there stood before him a fairy , who prayed him to spare the tree . The woodman was dazed , as you may fancy , with wonder and fright ...
... round his head as though he would fell the tree at one stroke . But he had not given one blow , when there stood before him a fairy , who prayed him to spare the tree . The woodman was dazed , as you may fancy , with wonder and fright ...
Side 20
... round and low ; You were bright ! ah , bright ! but your light is failing , - You are nothing now but a bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face ? I hope if you have , you will soon be ...
... round and low ; You were bright ! ah , bright ! but your light is failing , - You are nothing now but a bow . You moon , have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face ? I hope if you have , you will soon be ...
Side 31
... round the stem . 66 There , " said he ; " that is for the cap . Now you must get a case - knife and make a deep cut all around this mark ; then the cap will come off if you pull it by the handle . Then dig out the inside with an old ...
... round the stem . 66 There , " said he ; " that is for the cap . Now you must get a case - knife and make a deep cut all around this mark ; then the cap will come off if you pull it by the handle . Then dig out the inside with an old ...
Side 63
... round you curled , And the wonderful grass upon your breast , World , you are beautifully drest . The wonderful air is over me , And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree— It walks on the water , and whirls the mills , And talks to ...
... round you curled , And the wonderful grass upon your breast , World , you are beautifully drest . The wonderful air is over me , And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree— It walks on the water , and whirls the mills , And talks to ...
Side 74
... round here with your head too high of late , Brer Rabbit . I think you have come to the end of the row . And you are al- ways where you've no business to be , ' says Brer Fox . " Who asked you to talk to the Tar - Baby ? And who stuck ...
... round here with your head too high of late , Brer Rabbit . I think you have come to the end of the row . And you are al- ways where you've no business to be , ' says Brer Fox . " Who asked you to talk to the Tar - Baby ? And who stuck ...
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Alice Andersen apples Arachne asked Athene beautiful began better birds blue weather Blunder Blynken Bremen BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS Brer Fox lay brier-patch bright called child cried dear donkey duck eggs exchange eyes fairy fast father flew fowl Franklin goose Hans Andersen HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN Hatter head horse Hurrah Jack-o'-lantern Jackanapes James Whitcomb Riley knew Lady lark laughed legs lesson Lollo looked March Hare Master Hamel meadow Miller moon morning mother never night North Wind nose Old Woman peasant Phillips Brooks poor pretty Princess Quack replied Rollo rotten apples round says Brer Fox says Brer Rabbit Schoolmaster sheep shoe sing sitting sleep song stones stood sweet tell thee thing THOMAS HOOD Thou thought town musician tree turned Ugly Duckling Uncle Remus walk wife wish Wishing-Gate
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Side 253 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 114 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, — The sound prolong. Our fathers...
Side 132 - 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 10 To occupy my place.
Side 123 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Side 204 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Side 78 - 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, "Ting-a-ling-ding!
Side 22 - MAKE a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands : Serve the LORD with gladness, come before His presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD He is God : it is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves, we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.
Side 202 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...
Side 114 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Side 86 - PRIDE, and four times as much by our FOLLY; and from these taxes the commissioners cannot ease or deliver us, by allowing an abatement. However, let us hearken to good advice, and something may be done for us; God helps them that help themselves, as Poor Richard says in his Almanack of 1733.