Child Classics, Book 3Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 - Readers |
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... still dazed with the wonderful thing that had happened . When he got home there was noth- ing in his mind but the wish to sit down and rest . As he sat , he became hungry . j " Hast thou naught for supper , dame ? " THE THREE WISHES 17.
... still dazed with the wonderful thing that had happened . When he got home there was noth- ing in his mind but the wish to sit down and rest . As he sat , he became hungry . j " Hast thou naught for supper , dame ? " THE THREE WISHES 17.
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Georgia Alexander. Phillips Brooks loved many children , and did many kind things for them . One of his best friends among the children was little Helen Keller . Helen is deaf , dumb and blind . She used often to go and visit him . One ...
Georgia Alexander. Phillips Brooks loved many children , and did many kind things for them . One of his best friends among the children was little Helen Keller . Helen is deaf , dumb and blind . She used often to go and visit him . One ...
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... things lying about . " " Indeed ! " said Jonas . o ' - lantern ? 66 " Where is your Jack- Have you put that away ? " ' No ; but that is not finished yet . " " Then you have broken both of my old master's rules . You have left your work ...
... things lying about . " " Indeed ! " said Jonas . o ' - lantern ? 66 " Where is your Jack- Have you put that away ? " ' No ; but that is not finished yet . " " Then you have broken both of my old master's rules . You have left your work ...
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... a little head , And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is the wee one's trundle - bed . So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be , And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock 36 THE THIRD READER.
... a little head , And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is the wee one's trundle - bed . So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be , And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock 36 THE THIRD READER.
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Georgia Alexander. And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea , Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three : Wynken , Blynken , And Nod . One blind from birth asked a man who could see : " What color is milk ...
Georgia Alexander. And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea , Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three : Wynken , Blynken , And Nod . One blind from birth asked a man who could see : " What color is milk ...
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Alice Andersen answered Arachne asked beautiful began birds Black Whisker blue weather Blunder Blynken BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS bright CELIA THAXTER child cried dancing Darning-needle dear donkey duck Duckling eggs eyes fairy fast father flew flower-pot fowl GEORGE WEBBE DASENT Gipsy grass grasshopper hand Hans Andersen HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN head horse Jack-o'-lantern Jackanapes James Whitcomb Riley Jonas knew Lady Moon lark laughed legs lesson Lollo looked March Hare Master Hamel meadow Miller morning mother never night Nokomis North Wind nose Old Woman peasant Phillips Brooks poor pretty Primmins Princess replied Rollo round says Brer Fox says Brer Rabbit Schoolmaster sing sleep song stones stood story sweet Tar-Baby tell thee thing Thou thought tree ugly Ugly Duckling walk wife WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS wish Wishing-Gate Wynken
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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...