The Culture Readers: Embodying the Natural Method in Reading, Book 2

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Page 74 - LADY MOON, Lady Moon, where are you roving? " Over the sea." Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? "All that love me.
Page 55 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 52 - SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said : ' Ain't you 'shamed,...
Page 19 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play...
Page 98 - Boats sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please; But the bow that bridges heaven And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
Page 55 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Page 33 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Page 103 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 85 - And brooded by my mother. One day I fluttered from the nest To see what I could find. I said: " The world is made of leaves, I have been very blind.
Page 89 - Said the first little chicken, With a queer little squirm, " I wish I could find A fat little worm." Said the next little chicken, With an odd little shrug, " I wish I could find A fat little bug." Said the third little chicken, With a sharp little squeal, " I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal." Said the fourth little chicken, With a small sigh of grief, " I wish I could find A little green...

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