The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Libro 3C. Sower Company, 1899 |
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... crow His coal - black wings is sunning . A close , green bud , the Mayflower lies Upon its mossy pillow ; And sweet and low the south wind blows , And through the brown fields calling goes , 66 Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! Within your ...
... crow His coal - black wings is sunning . A close , green bud , the Mayflower lies Upon its mossy pillow ; And sweet and low the south wind blows , And through the brown fields calling goes , 66 Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! Within your ...
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... crow flap by , The hawk's gray fleck along the sky , The crested blue - jay flitting swift , The squirrel poising on the drift , Erect , alert , his broad gray tail Set to the north wind like a sail . It came to pass , our little lass ...
... crow flap by , The hawk's gray fleck along the sky , The crested blue - jay flitting swift , The squirrel poising on the drift , Erect , alert , his broad gray tail Set to the north wind like a sail . It came to pass , our little lass ...
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... , Come , black old crow , come , poor blue - jay , Before your supper's blown away ! Don't be afraid , we all are good , And I'm mamma's Red Riding - Hood . " thou'sands grōss ěm ployment In vent ' swallow ing må. 100 THIRD READER .
... , Come , black old crow , come , poor blue - jay , Before your supper's blown away ! Don't be afraid , we all are good , And I'm mamma's Red Riding - Hood . " thou'sands grōss ěm ployment In vent ' swallow ing må. 100 THIRD READER .
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... crow And her little crows six .. " Caw ! " said the mother : " We caw , " said the six : So they cawed and they called , In their nest built of sticks . Over in the meadow , Where the grass is so even , Lived a gay mother - cricket 66 ...
... crow And her little crows six .. " Caw ! " said the mother : " We caw , " said the six : So they cawed and they called , In their nest built of sticks . Over in the meadow , Where the grass is so even , Lived a gay mother - cricket 66 ...
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... quietly on the scene and then said , " Well , we have a very good plan , but who shall hang the bell to the cat's neck ? " The mice had not thought of that . Not a mouse would do it . THE FOX AND THE CROW . LUCY . - A THIRD READER . 159.
... quietly on the scene and then said , " Well , we have a very good plan , but who shall hang the bell to the cat's neck ? " The mice had not thought of that . Not a mouse would do it . THE FOX AND THE CROW . LUCY . - A THIRD READER . 159.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alexandre Alsace asked barefoot boy basket-maker beautiful began birds boat brave bright bucket Buzz called Cedric child Christel cicada city mouse cloak cold colors country mouse crow dandelions dear dike Diogenes dipper eggs eyes Fido Floss Floss-Hair flowers frog glad grass green ground happy head heard heart Hiawatha Huldah insects Isaac Newton ivy green kill king laughed learned lesson lived looked loved master meadow morning mother mountain nest night old oaken bucket once Oscar pins plants poor pupil puppy Pussy Pussy Willow queen reading red deer reeds rich river Robert Fulton saltpeter sing Sir Rollin sleep song soon Spanish forts Sparta Spider stones straw stream sweet tadpole teacher tell things THIRD READER thought toad told walk wall wanted whip-poor-will wind young
Pasajes populares
Página 194 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 222 - Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow; Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him!
Página 193 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Página 145 - THE BAREFOOT BOY BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; 291 From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Página 218 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Página 176 - 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.
Página 180 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Página 166 - Alas, alas ! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by ; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue — Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing ! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 180 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Página 182 - Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well ; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in his well.