The Blodgett Readers by Grades, Book 2Ginn and Company, 1910 - Readers |
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... was walking very fast . " Where is he going , mother ? " asked Bessie . " To the river , I think , my dear . " When Bessie looked in the water box the little trout was gone . both gate bag mouth for got knocked It was a 8.
... was walking very fast . " Where is he going , mother ? " asked Bessie . " To the river , I think , my dear . " When Bessie looked in the water box the little trout was gone . both gate bag mouth for got knocked It was a 8.
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... gone very far when he saw the black spider . She was not running now and her little white bag was gone . But she carried something on her back . The grasshopper could not tell what it was . Good morning , Mrs. Spider , " he called ...
... gone very far when he saw the black spider . She was not running now and her little white bag was gone . But she carried something on her back . The grasshopper could not tell what it was . Good morning , Mrs. Spider , " he called ...
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... gone the farmer came to the field . " This wheat is ripe , " he said . " I shall cut it to - morrow if I can get my friends to help me . " When the lark came home her little ones said , O mother ! mother ! the farmer has been here to ...
... gone the farmer came to the field . " This wheat is ripe , " he said . " I shall cut it to - morrow if I can get my friends to help me . " When the lark came home her little ones said , O mother ! mother ! the farmer has been here to ...
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... gone and the days grow cold . " Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call , Down they came fluttering , one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew , Singing the soft little songs they knew . Dancing and flying the ...
... gone and the days grow cold . " Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call , Down they came fluttering , one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew , Singing the soft little songs they knew . Dancing and flying the ...
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... gone far on the road when he met a cow . 66 Moo , moo , moo ! " said the cow , as she looked at him . " Where are you going , Billy Boy ? " " Oh , I am going to seek my fortune , " said Billy . 66 May I go too ? " " No , I think not ...
... gone far on the road when he met a cow . 66 Moo , moo , moo ! " said the cow , as she looked at him . " Where are you going , Billy Boy ? " " Oh , I am going to seek my fortune , " said Billy . 66 May I go too ? " " No , I think not ...
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Page 80 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true!
Page 22 - Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I : But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Page 29 - Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, "Come o'er the meadows with me and play, Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold.
Page 57 - Boats sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas ; But clouds that sail across the sky; Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please; But the bow that bridges heaven, And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
Page 83 - At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead; They are the little daisies white That dot the meadow of the Night. And often while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the moon will go; It is a lady, sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there; For when at morning I arise, There's not a star left in the skies; She's picked them all, and dropped them down Into the meadows of the town.
Page 121 - So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy; But long it won't be, Don't you know? don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Page 14 - IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to...
Page 79 - But sturdy and staunch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come...
Page 80 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 147 - 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 ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...