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... melted the snow from the hills , the green grass blades were shooting up among the withered stubble , the buds of the trees were breaking out , and the young leaves were peering into sight . Then the bee waked from his deep sleep , in ...
... melted the snow from the hills , the green grass blades were shooting up among the withered stubble , the buds of the trees were breaking out , and the young leaves were peering into sight . Then the bee waked from his deep sleep , in ...
Сторінка 65
... melting sunbeams , till Winter sees , at last , that he can stay no longer , packs up all his things , and goes off grumbling , stopping as he goes , and often looking back as if he could not give the earth up to the Spring after all ...
... melting sunbeams , till Winter sees , at last , that he can stay no longer , packs up all his things , and goes off grumbling , stopping as he goes , and often looking back as if he could not give the earth up to the Spring after all ...
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... melt the ice , so much as to let any- thing grow . In the north it is very , very cold , but not so cold as in the ... melted snow . Yet the little children are as merry on a bright day as you could be here , and have games just like ...
... melt the ice , so much as to let any- thing grow . In the north it is very , very cold , but not so cold as in the ... melted snow . Yet the little children are as merry on a bright day as you could be here , and have games just like ...
Сторінка 137
... melting of snow , which soaks into the sides of hills and trickles through crevices it makes or finds , till it ... melted , in it , some of the minerals through which it has passed . on its way to the surface . 10. Can you tell the ...
... melting of snow , which soaks into the sides of hills and trickles through crevices it makes or finds , till it ... melted , in it , some of the minerals through which it has passed . on its way to the surface . 10. Can you tell the ...
Сторінка 139
... melted out in furnaces very much like great funnels upside down . The ironstone is broken small , then mixed with limestone , clay , or flint , and thrown down the great round shaft of the furnace , at the top , and falls on a mass of ...
... melted out in furnaces very much like great funnels upside down . The ironstone is broken small , then mixed with limestone , clay , or flint , and thrown down the great round shaft of the furnace , at the top , and falls on a mass of ...
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ants bear beautiful birds brings built called carry coal cold comes covered cows creature creeping cried DICTATION.-The door earth eyes fall father feet fire flowers followed give green grow guest hand hard heard heart hens hills iron keep kind king land lead leaves less LESSON light live look master meadow mean melted morning mother mountain nest never night once passed plants poor QUESTIONS.-What rise road round seeds sheep shilling side singing sleep snow sometimes song soon sound Spring steam stone strange summer tell things thought till took tree turned wanted wind Winter wonderful wood young
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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.