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... How you shine on the door , And make it all bright On my nursery floor ! You shine on my playthings , And show me their place ; And I love to look up At your pretty , bright face . And there is a star • Close by you ; 18 GRADED SELECTIONS.
... How you shine on the door , And make it all bright On my nursery floor ! You shine on my playthings , And show me their place ; And I love to look up At your pretty , bright face . And there is a star • Close by you ; 18 GRADED SELECTIONS.
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... face , Then thank the God of light . And when she comes to meet mamma , So fresh , and neat , and clean , And asks a kiss from dear papa , With such a modest mien , That all who see her gentle look , And pretty actions , too , Will feel ...
... face , Then thank the God of light . And when she comes to meet mamma , So fresh , and neat , and clean , And asks a kiss from dear papa , With such a modest mien , That all who see her gentle look , And pretty actions , too , Will feel ...
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... face , Drew me down close in a loving embrace ; Two rosy lips gave the answer so true , " Good to love you , mamma , -good to love you . " -Emily Huntington Miller . IV . BIRDIE'S SECRET , " I KNOW Something , but I sha'n't tell ...
... face , Drew me down close in a loving embrace ; Two rosy lips gave the answer so true , " Good to love you , mamma , -good to love you . " -Emily Huntington Miller . IV . BIRDIE'S SECRET , " I KNOW Something , but I sha'n't tell ...
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... face , Peeping up among the grass With such gentle grace ; Minding not the April wind Blowing rude and cold , Brave little dandelion , With a heart of gold ! Meek little dandelion , Changing into curls At the magic touch of these Merry ...
... face , Peeping up among the grass With such gentle grace ; Minding not the April wind Blowing rude and cold , Brave little dandelion , With a heart of gold ! Meek little dandelion , Changing into curls At the magic touch of these Merry ...
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... face Not a cloud is seen ! Poor little dandelion , All gone to seed , Scattered roughly by the winds , Like a common weed ! Thou hast lived thy little life , Smiling every day ; Who could do a better thing In a better way ? XI . DEAR ...
... face Not a cloud is seen ! Poor little dandelion , All gone to seed , Scattered roughly by the winds , Like a common weed ! Thou hast lived thy little life , Smiling every day ; Who could do a better thing In a better way ? XI . DEAR ...
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Alice Cary baby beauty better birdie blessings blossoms blue brave bright brown thrush Cary Charles Kingsley cheerful child Cincinnati Public Schools Dare dear deeds dreams earth eternal eyes fear flower friends gentle girl give gold GRADED SELECTIONS Gray hands happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour humble Isaac Watts J. G. Holland J. R. Lowell kind Kitty land life's light little birds live Longfellow look merry mind mother never night noble o'er ocean Oliver Wendell Holmes patter Philip James Bailey play Ralph Waldo Emerson rest rock SELECTIONS FOR MEMORIZING Shakespeare shine sing smile song soul speak stars sunbeams sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thomas Buchanan Read Thomas Moore thou hast thoughts to-day tree true truth union virtue Waiting the Judgment-day Whittier William Wordsworth word youth
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Page 125 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 80 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 188 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now. and forever, one and inseparable.
Page 24 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 173 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Page 148 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 141 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 128 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 156 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 175 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...