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Сторінка 64 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 64 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 112 - That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
Сторінка 74 - Come, little leaves," said the wind one day. "Come o'er the meadows with me, and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold — Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.
Сторінка 74 - Soon as the Leaves heard the Wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew. Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Сторінка 64 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthems of the free!
Сторінка 112 - That waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Сторінка 136 - ... at the front or near it, so as to be ready to take part quickly in turn. As soon as one leader is through he returns to his place and the next comes quickly forward and begins. In place of naming or describing the action, as in "I Saw," the leader performs it in rhythm with the following rhyme: "I'm the Wee Bologna Man, Always do the best you can to follow the Wee Bologna Man.
Сторінка 71 - Rain may fall to ground (floor); stoop and let fingers come to floor. 3. Making flowers grow. Bring the arms in close to body and stretch arms upward. 4. Skip to the woods for flowers. Two rows around one row of desks. 5. Picking flowers. Stoop, pick a few flowers, then stand, stoop again, pick, stand, etc. 6. Run home. 7. Smell flowers — deep breathing.