Reading-literature, Book 2Row, Peterson, 1912 |
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Reading- Literature Eighth Reader Thomas Henry Briggs,Harriet Taylor Treadwell,Margaret Free No preview available - 2017 |
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Aesop afraid ants go marching awoke began birds boat bobolinks Boots brave Tin Soldier brother Castle East Christina G Cinderella clap cried Czar dance dark channel daughter dears door fairy feather fell fir tree flew and flew flowers flying ship Gardens gave gold golden hen Good-by Good-day goose Gretel Grimm Brothers grind salt Hans Christian Andersen Hansel horse John Kendrick Bangs jumped king king's Lars lassie little maiden lives Lock-out-Time looked marry milk Moon morning mother night nose old mill old witch omon palace Peter Peter Pan Band play poor prettiest prince queen ride Robert Louis Stevenson Rossetti sailed Sharp Ear heard sing sisters skipper sleep Soon stood Sun and West Swift Foot Tiny told Ivan took walked White Bear William Allingham Wind woods youngest
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Page 130 - ... before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks...
Page 72 - WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 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 127 - 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 go to bed by day...
Page 128 - Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating Where will all come home?
Page 191 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Page 74 - What can I give him, poor as I am? if I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb, if I were a wise man I would do my part; yet what I can I give him, give my heart.
Page 125 - FAREWELL TO THE FARM THE coach is at the door at last ; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing : Good-bye, good-bye, to everything...
Page 122 - SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue...
Page 188 - I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...
Page 25 - Girls and boys, come out to play; The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street.