Elson Primary School Reader, Band 4Scott, Foresman, 1913 |
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... night . * From The Trail to Boyland , by Wilbur D. Nesbit , Copyright 1904. Used by special permission of the publishers , The Bobbs - Merrill Company . Your flag and my flag ! And , oh , 12 Elson Primary School Reader Book Four A SONG ...
... night . * From The Trail to Boyland , by Wilbur D. Nesbit , Copyright 1904. Used by special permission of the publishers , The Bobbs - Merrill Company . Your flag and my flag ! And , oh , 12 Elson Primary School Reader Book Four A SONG ...
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... night , to tell them that he lived . When he was well enough to try a hollow , broken bark , they laughed aloud , and almost wept for joy at such a sign of his recovery . Little Nello , in delight , hung around his rugged neck chains of ...
... night , to tell them that he lived . When he was well enough to try a hollow , broken bark , they laughed aloud , and almost wept for joy at such a sign of his recovery . Little Nello , in delight , hung around his rugged neck chains of ...
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... night long ; The heavy dews are falling . The housewife's hand has turned the lock , Drowsily ticks the kitchen clock ; The household sinks to deep repose , But still in sleep the farm - boy goes , Singing , calling , - " Co ' , boss ...
... night long ; The heavy dews are falling . The housewife's hand has turned the lock , Drowsily ticks the kitchen clock ; The household sinks to deep repose , But still in sleep the farm - boy goes , Singing , calling , - " Co ' , boss ...
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... nest swings ; And at night time are folded in slumber By a song that a fond mother sings . Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and 32 Elson Primary School Reader Book Four LITTLE BROWN HANDS Mary H Krout.
... nest swings ; And at night time are folded in slumber By a song that a fond mother sings . Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and 32 Elson Primary School Reader Book Four LITTLE BROWN HANDS Mary H Krout.
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... night , The little boy of the golden hair , As he rocked himself in his little armchair . When the blaze was burning bright ? The wood said , " See What they've done to me ! I stood in the forest a beautiful tree , And waved my branches ...
... night , The little boy of the golden hair , As he rocked himself in his little armchair . When the blaze was burning bright ? The wood said , " See What they've done to me ! I stood in the forest a beautiful tree , And waved my branches ...
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Alice answered army asked August Augustin Hirschvogel battle Baucis Baucis and Philemon beautiful Beowulf bird Bob Cratchit Brahman brave called Captain Phips Charlemagne Christmas cried cubs dear deeds dogs door dragon eyes father fight fire fish flag flowers France Ganelon give gold Grendel hand happy hast heard hero Hiawatha Hirschvogel honey horse Hrothgar Indians jackal killed kind knew land lines that tell little boy live looked Marsilius Massasoit milk Mishook morning mother mountains Nahma never night Oliver palace Patrasche Philemon Philemon and Baucis pitcher poor princess Quicksilver Read lines Red Queen Regin Roland Saracens SCROOGE shouted Sigurd sing sleep smiled soldiers song Squanto squirrel stood story stove stranger Strehla sturgeon supper Sutri sword thee things thou art thought tiger Tiny Tim told treasure tree village wait warrior wilt wonderful young
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Seite 159 - With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, " You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot : You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Seite 136 - So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced, and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung, Whispering all their sports among "Perhaps the great Tree will forget, And let us stay until the spring, If we all beg, and coax, and fret.
Seite 19 - Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river, and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Seite 267 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the...
Seite 251 - At ten years old I was taken home to assist my father in his business...
Seite 33 - Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and poor become great ; And so from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman, — The noble and wise of the land, — The sword, and the chisel, and palette, Shall be held in the little brown hand.
Seite 147 - THE bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest ; In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. When Mary chose " the better part,
Seite 21 - A FAREWELL MY fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Seite 66 - Can you do Addition?" the White Queen asked. "What's one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one?" "I don't know,' 'said Alice. "I lost count." "She can't do Addition," the Red Queen interrupted. "Can you do Subtraction? Take nine from eight.
Seite 160 - Little brook, sing to me: Sing about a bumblebee That tumbled from a lily-bell and grumbled mumblingly, Because he wet the film Of his wings, and had to swim, While the water-bugs raced round and laughed at him!