The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Libro 3C. Sower Company, 1899 |
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... sweet slumber from their wings and singing a morning anthem . They flash the sparkle of the morning sun from their whirring wings . The air is flooded with music . Beneath an old oak a group of happy sparrows is bathing in a stream ...
... sweet slumber from their wings and singing a morning anthem . They flash the sparkle of the morning sun from their whirring wings . The air is flooded with music . Beneath an old oak a group of happy sparrows is bathing in a stream ...
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... sweet music of Nature's smaller chorus . Down by the pond a school of frogs is re- hearsing for the night's chorus . There's a tinkle of a distant bell , low and sweet . It comes from the sheep - fold . Far away is heard the barking of ...
... sweet music of Nature's smaller chorus . Down by the pond a school of frogs is re- hearsing for the night's chorus . There's a tinkle of a distant bell , low and sweet . It comes from the sheep - fold . Far away is heard the barking of ...
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... sweet and low the south wind blows , And through the brown fields calling goes , 66 Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! Within your close brown wrapper stir ; Come out and show your silver fur : Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! " Soon red will ...
... sweet and low the south wind blows , And through the brown fields calling goes , 66 Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! Within your close brown wrapper stir ; Come out and show your silver fur : Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! " Soon red will ...
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... sweets . They worked hard for their food . Perhaps it tasted all the better for this . In the great games of Greece these Spartan boys often won . One Spartan boy once won a game . Some one offered him money . He said , " I do not want ...
... sweets . They worked hard for their food . Perhaps it tasted all the better for this . In the great games of Greece these Spartan boys often won . One Spartan boy once won a game . Some one offered him money . He said , " I do not want ...
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... less while walking " It isn't fair " ? To say , And wouldn't it be nobler To keep your temper sweet , And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon your feet ? Suppose the world doesn't please you , Nor the way THIRD READER . 71.
... less while walking " It isn't fair " ? To say , And wouldn't it be nobler To keep your temper sweet , And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon your feet ? Suppose the world doesn't please you , Nor the way THIRD READER . 71.
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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.