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Сторінка 49
... covered itself with its little green dress , but it was sadly cold in its hands and feet . Then it began to cry bitterly ; but the blue trickle of its tears grew white , and froze . " Ah , if I had only stayed in the valley yonder ...
... covered itself with its little green dress , but it was sadly cold in its hands and feet . Then it began to cry bitterly ; but the blue trickle of its tears grew white , and froze . " Ah , if I had only stayed in the valley yonder ...
Сторінка 71
... they very friendly ? How long did their love last ? What made them quarrel ? How did it end ? What lesson should you learn ? SWALLOWS . assembled fluttering instantly succeeding swallows covering completed violent THIRD ENGLISH READER . 71.
... they very friendly ? How long did their love last ? What made them quarrel ? How did it end ? What lesson should you learn ? SWALLOWS . assembled fluttering instantly succeeding swallows covering completed violent THIRD ENGLISH READER . 71.
Сторінка 72
... covering over the young swallows , but how strange to think of all the others coming when it was fair , and fluttering round till the covering was removed , then falling to work , and completing a roof over the young brood before ...
... covering over the young swallows , but how strange to think of all the others coming when it was fair , and fluttering round till the covering was removed , then falling to work , and completing a roof over the young brood before ...
Сторінка 92
... covered with drops of water . That water was in the air , and gathers on the glass because the water inside has made the tumbler so cold . But there would not have been nearly so much moisture in the air but for the leaves of the trees ...
... covered with drops of water . That water was in the air , and gathers on the glass because the water inside has made the tumbler so cold . But there would not have been nearly so much moisture in the air but for the leaves of the trees ...
Сторінка 110
... covered with dust where they chance to fall . Then comes the rain and moistens them . Thus it is over plain and field , over mountain and valley , over ridge and slope , some seeds falling where the birds of the air pick them up and eat ...
... covered with dust where they chance to fall . Then comes the rain and moistens them . Thus it is over plain and field , over mountain and valley , over ridge and slope , some seeds falling where the birds of the air pick them up and eat ...
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Сторінка 121 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Сторінка 106 - I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 23 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ?—Doane. humble sphere crystal floating careering relying nestling unplumes friendship WHAT is that, mother ? The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere,. To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? The dove,...
Сторінка 96 - TO-WHIT ! to-whit, to-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? Not I said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I never do; I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do ! Bob-o-link, bob-o-link!
Сторінка 79 - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet; Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses ; Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
Сторінка 106 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 98 - Don't ask me again, Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean.
Сторінка 129 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet, Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part, — Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
Сторінка 90 - CALL my brother back to me ; I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ?
Сторінка 14 - A COUNTRY life is sweet ! In moderate cold and heat, To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair, In every field of wheat, The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers, And every meadow's brow ; So that I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in gray, And follow the useful plough.