The Plan Book: PrimaryA. Flanagan Company, 1898 - Education |
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Page 648
... watch them pass by in one grand review . Fling the silken folds of the flag we love , To the breeze let it float in great array , Let it thrill the heart of each hero true As it greets the eye on this hallowed day . The flowers of ...
... watch them pass by in one grand review . Fling the silken folds of the flag we love , To the breeze let it float in great array , Let it thrill the heart of each hero true As it greets the eye on this hallowed day . The flowers of ...
Page 669
... watch a little while ; coming , sure - ly com- ing Το a wake the sleep - ing earth ; coming , sure - ly com - ing ; Little chil - dren , wait and see When I come , with treas - ure la den , I shall want a welcome smile ; Out of all this ...
... watch a little while ; coming , sure - ly com- ing Το a wake the sleep - ing earth ; coming , sure - ly com - ing ; Little chil - dren , wait and see When I come , with treas - ure la den , I shall want a welcome smile ; Out of all this ...
Page 696
... watch night and day . At the first tap of the startling bell every Dutchman within hearing flies to the rescue . They quickly weave great , thick , straw mats which they thrust into the breach to keep back the rushing tide . WIND ...
... watch night and day . At the first tap of the startling bell every Dutchman within hearing flies to the rescue . They quickly weave great , thick , straw mats which they thrust into the breach to keep back the rushing tide . WIND ...
Page 719
... watch him as he skims along , Uttering his sweet and mournful cry : He starts not at my fitful song , Nor flash of fluttering drapery . He has no thought of any wrong ; He scans me with a fearless eye ; Staunch friends are we , well ...
... watch him as he skims along , Uttering his sweet and mournful cry : He starts not at my fitful song , Nor flash of fluttering drapery . He has no thought of any wrong ; He scans me with a fearless eye ; Staunch friends are we , well ...
Page 722
... , Waiting to grow ! Only a month or a few weeks more , Will they have to wait behind that door ; Listen and watch , for they are below- Waiting to grow ! Nothing so small , or hidden so well , That 722 THE PLAN BOOK .
... , Waiting to grow ! Only a month or a few weeks more , Will they have to wait behind that door ; Listen and watch , for they are below- Waiting to grow ! Nothing so small , or hidden so well , That 722 THE PLAN BOOK .
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Popular passages
Page 993 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 993 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 682 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 777 - You friendly Earth ! how far do you go, With the wheatfields that nod, and the rivers that flow; With cities, and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles ? Ah, you are so great and I am so small, I...
Page 777 - You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Page 777 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
Page 861 - And the good Nokomis answered: "Tis the heaven of flowers you see there. All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.
Page 984 - ... not one. The dear boy only slept a minute — just one little minute — at his post ; I know that was all, for Bennie never dozed over a duty. How prompt and reliable he was ! I know he only fell asleep one little second.
Page 822 - THE SUN'S TRAVELS THE sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed.
Page 719 - I watch him as he skims along Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Nor 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.