Stories from the Poets: A Reader for the First GradeSilver, Burdett, 1898 - 110 páginas |
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... playing a game . " Come play with us , Rhoecus , " said they . " I will , " said he . They played for a long time . It was late . A little bee came flying through the air . He seemed to bring a message . Rhoecus was too busy to listen ...
... playing a game . " Come play with us , Rhoecus , " said they . " I will , " said he . They played for a long time . It was late . A little bee came flying through the air . He seemed to bring a message . Rhoecus was too busy to listen ...
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... play with . St. Nicholas will not forget me . " Christmas Eve came . What do you do on Christmas Eve ? Piccola did not hang up her stocking . She put her shoe near the chimney . The shoe was made of wood . All the poor PICCOLA . 21 ...
... play with . St. Nicholas will not forget me . " Christmas Eve came . What do you do on Christmas Eve ? Piccola did not hang up her stocking . She put her shoe near the chimney . The shoe was made of wood . All the poor PICCOLA . 21 ...
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... played that they were trees . There were some grasses in it , too . Drops of water were frozen on the grasses . How they did sparkle ! They were the Little Brook's lamps . Soon morning came . Oooo , " said the wind 28 STORIES FROM THE ...
... played that they were trees . There were some grasses in it , too . Drops of water were frozen on the grasses . How they did sparkle ! They were the Little Brook's lamps . Soon morning came . Oooo , " said the wind 28 STORIES FROM THE ...
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... man . He kept on playing his flute . Soon he came to the river . The rats were with him . All the rats jumped into the river . That was the end of them . How glad the people were ! How happy they were 42 STORIES FROM THE POETS .
... man . He kept on playing his flute . Soon he came to the river . The rats were with him . All the rats jumped into the river . That was the end of them . How glad the people were ! How happy they were 42 STORIES FROM THE POETS .
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... play his flute again . Out came the children running . All the little boys and girls ran after the man . The people could not stop them . The man went up the mountain side . The children went with him . A door was opened in the mountain ...
... play his flute again . Out came the children running . All the little boys and girls ran after the man . The people could not stop them . The man went up the mountain side . The children went with him . A door was opened in the mountain ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beautiful BELL OF ATRI Birch Tree canoe Celia Thaxter CHRISTMAS MORN Clare Townsend Baldwin cried DAY IN JUNE Egypt EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST Emperor's tent flowers flute glad gold beads grain grass grow happy hard heard Pippa sing HIAWATHA'S CRADLE hide my baby hung Iagoo Jack Frost King John let her go let us stay little baby little bee little bird little girl Little Red Riding looked loved mamma was sorry Mercury moon nest noise Nokomis Norway nuts o'er papa Persephone Piccola play Pluto poplar-tree pot of gold pretty green rain rainbow rats Red Riding Hood reeds reindeer river Nile roof rope Ruth sang seeds shepherds shiver shoe silk on spools sleepy snow soldiers song Soon squirrel lifts stars story swallow Sweet day tell took tried to blow warm water fairies wheat wigwam woods yellow
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Página 77 - We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
Página 79 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Página 30 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof ; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams ; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars : He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight ; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt...
Página 77 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Página 101 - Come, children all, to bed!' he cried; And ere the leaves could urge their prayer He shook his head, and far and wide, Fluttering and rustling everywhere, Down sped the leaflets through the air. I saw them ; on the ground they lay, Golden and red, a huddled swarm, Waiting, till one from far away, White bedclothes heaped upon her arm, Should come to wrap them safe and warm. The great bare Tree looked down, and smiled 'Good-night, dear little leaves...
Página 70 - You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet, Searching for worm or weevil after rain!
Página 101 - DOWN I'll tell you how the leaves came down. The great Tree to his children said: "You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown, Yes, very sleepy, little Red. It is quite time to go to bed." "Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf, "Let us a little longer stay; Dear Father Tree, behold our grief! Tis such a very pleasant day, We do not want to go away.
Página 77 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen. We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers. And...
Página 24 - And so she slept till the dawn was gray. And full of faith, when at last she woke, She stole to her shoe as the morning broke ; Such sounds of gladness filled all the air, 'T was plain St. Nicholas had been there ! In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild: Never was seen such a joyful child. " See what the good saint brought!
Página 79 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...