Child Classics: The Third ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1918 - 258 sider |
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Side 8
... TOWN MUSICIANS SWEET AND LOW A LETTER TO MAY . Ralph Waldo Emerson Hans Christian Andersen . 133 James Whitcomb Riley 144 • Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm . 147 Alfred , Lord Tennyson Anna Sewell 115 Clement C. Moore 123 . Lewis Carroll 127 ...
... TOWN MUSICIANS SWEET AND LOW A LETTER TO MAY . Ralph Waldo Emerson Hans Christian Andersen . 133 James Whitcomb Riley 144 • Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm . 147 Alfred , Lord Tennyson Anna Sewell 115 Clement C. Moore 123 . Lewis Carroll 127 ...
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... town of Bethlehem , How still we see thee lie ! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by ; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light ; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to - night ...
... town of Bethlehem , How still we see thee lie ! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by ; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light ; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to - night ...
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... town not far away and buy toys for those left behind . Think what Fourth of July must have been , with Uncle Phillips to shoot off the fireworks ! In the winter time they came to his house in Boston . There they had a play - room . Each ...
... town not far away and buy toys for those left behind . Think what Fourth of July must have been , with Uncle Phillips to shoot off the fireworks ! In the winter time they came to his house in Boston . There they had a play - room . Each ...
Side 64
... town where she was going to sell her milk . " The money for which I shall sell this milk , " said Dolly to herself , will buy me twenty eggs . The mistress will surely lend me a hen . If only half of the chicks grow up , I shall have ...
... town where she was going to sell her milk . " The money for which I shall sell this milk , " said Dolly to herself , will buy me twenty eggs . The mistress will surely lend me a hen . If only half of the chicks grow up , I shall have ...
Side 68
... the air Nowhere Was a moonbeam bare ; Larger and nearer the shy stars shone : Sure and certain the Moon was gone ! VII The Wind he took to his revels once more ; On down And in town , Like a merry mad clown ,. 68 THE THIRD READER.
... the air Nowhere Was a moonbeam bare ; Larger and nearer the shy stars shone : Sure and certain the Moon was gone ! VII The Wind he took to his revels once more ; On down And in town , Like a merry mad clown ,. 68 THE THIRD READER.
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Alice Andersen apples Arachne asked Athene beautiful began better birds Blunder Blynken Bremen BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS Brer Fox lay brier-patch bright child churn cried dear donkey duck eggs eyes fair fairy fast father flew fowl GEORGE WEBBE DASENT Gipsy goose hand Hans Andersen HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN Hatter head horse Hurrah Jack-o'-lantern Jacka Jackanapes James Whitcomb Riley knew Lady lark laughed legs lesson little Hiawatha Lollo looked March Hare Master Hamel meadow Miller Moon morning mother neck never night Nokomis nose Old Woman peasant Phillips Brooks pretty Princess Quack replied ride Rollo rotten apples round says Brer Fox says Brer Rabbit Schoolmaster sheep shoe sing sleep song stones stood sweet Tar-Baby tell thee thing Thou thought town musician tree Ugly Duckling walk wife 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.