Child Classics, Book 3Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 - Readers |
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... sure it was a long time ago , there lived a poor woodman in a great forest . Every day of his life he went out to cut timber . One day , as he started out , the goodwife filled his wallet and slung his bottle on his back , that he might ...
... sure it was a long time ago , there lived a poor woodman in a great forest . Every day of his life he went out to cut timber . One day , as he started out , the goodwife filled his wallet and slung his bottle on his back , that he might ...
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... sure you never fight ? " " Are " No , never , " said the lark ; " I never fought a battle in my life ; yet these claws grow longer and longer . I am so ashamed of their being seen , that I often lie in the grass instead of going up to ...
... sure you never fight ? " " Are " No , never , " said the lark ; " I never fought a battle in my life ; yet these claws grow longer and longer . I am so ashamed of their being seen , that I often lie in the grass instead of going up to ...
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... spurs for nothing . " " Suppose you come and see the eggs that our pretty lark has in her nest , " said the grass- hopper , " three pink eggs spotted with brown . I am sure she will show them to you with THE SKYLARK'S SPURS 45.
... spurs for nothing . " " Suppose you come and see the eggs that our pretty lark has in her nest , " said the grass- hopper , " three pink eggs spotted with brown . I am sure she will show them to you with THE SKYLARK'S SPURS 45.
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Georgia Alexander. I am sure she will show them to you with pleas- ure . " What was their surprise to find the poor little brown lark sitting on them , with rumpled feath- ers , drooping head , and trembling limbs ! " Ah ! my pretty eggs ...
Georgia Alexander. I am sure she will show them to you with pleas- ure . " What was their surprise to find the poor little brown lark sitting on them , with rumpled feath- ers , drooping head , and trembling limbs ! " Ah ! my pretty eggs ...
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... carry them away for me ? " " To be sure I can , " replied the lark , beginning slowly and carefully to hop with the egg in his right foot ; " nothing could be more easy . ” So saying , he hopped gently on till he came THE SKYLARK'S SPURS ...
... carry them away for me ? " " To be sure I can , " replied the lark , beginning slowly and carefully to hop with the egg in his right foot ; " nothing could be more easy . ” So saying , he hopped gently on till he came THE SKYLARK'S SPURS ...
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Page 125 - And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 126 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 154 - 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. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 115 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! 4 Our fathers...
Page 25 - O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
Page 132 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig.' Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Page 204 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Page 20 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Page 22 - MAKE a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands : Serve the LORD with gladness, come before His presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD He is God : it is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves, we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.
Page 202 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or 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. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...