The New Century First [-- ] Reader, Book 3Rand, McNally & Company, 1899 - Readers |
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... close to the creek the overhanging willows . " Can you tell a tree by its shape , when you look at it from a distance ? " asked Uncle Robert . " I can tell the willows and poplars , " said Frank , " and maples , too . " " The trees in ...
... close to the creek the overhanging willows . " Can you tell a tree by its shape , when you look at it from a distance ? " asked Uncle Robert . " I can tell the willows and poplars , " said Frank , " and maples , too . " " The trees in ...
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... close to me , were running up the trees , jumping from limb to limb , scampering over the ground , chasing each other , laughing as squirrels laugh , and screaming as squirrels scream . I watched the happy playmates , brim full of fun ...
... close to me , were running up the trees , jumping from limb to limb , scampering over the ground , chasing each other , laughing as squirrels laugh , and screaming as squirrels scream . I watched the happy playmates , brim full of fun ...
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... close by her . When it was hot , we used to stand in the shade of the trees ; and when it was cold , we went to a nice , warm shed near the house . As soon as I was old enough to eat grass , my mother used to go out to work in the ...
... close by her . When it was hot , we used to stand in the shade of the trees ; and when it was cold , we went to a nice , warm shed near the house . As soon as I was old enough to eat grass , my mother used to go out to work in the ...
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... close your yellow eyes in sleep , and trust to me . You have made me glad many a time with your sweet- ness . Now I will take care that the winter shall do you no harm . " So the violets closed their pretty eyes and went to sleep ; they ...
... close your yellow eyes in sleep , and trust to me . You have made me glad many a time with your sweet- ness . Now I will take care that the winter shall do you no harm . " So the violets closed their pretty eyes and went to sleep ; they ...
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again . She saw that the nettles were a little bent down . Upon close examination , she found a number of small green caterpillars there , resembling those which we call cabbage- grubs . They seemed to enjoy eating the net- tle leaves ...
again . She saw that the nettles were a little bent down . Upon close examination , she found a number of small green caterpillars there , resembling those which we call cabbage- grubs . They seemed to enjoy eating the net- tle leaves ...
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Page 51 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 117 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 95 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff
Page 94 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 73 - TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Page 103 - WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Page 144 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Page 188 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and...
Page 232 - Sloth makes all things difficult, but industry all easy, and he that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night; while Laziness travels so slowly that Poverty soon overtakes him. Drive thy business : let not that drive thee ; and early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise,
Page 119 - No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him what it was o'clock, no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge. Even the...