Stories from the Poets: A Reader for the First GradeMorse Company, 1898 - 110 páginas |
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... grew ; Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear For the gladness of heaven to shine through , And here he had caught the nodding bulrush - tops And hung them thickly with diamond drops . -The Vision of Sir Launfal ( Lowell ) . THE ...
... grew ; Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear For the gladness of heaven to shine through , And here he had caught the nodding bulrush - tops And hung them thickly with diamond drops . -The Vision of Sir Launfal ( Lowell ) . THE ...
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... grew very dark . Still he ran on and on . At last he found the pot of gold . How glad he was . K But the gold was very heavy . The boy was a long way from home . " What shall I do ? " said he . I cannot carry this heavy gold . I will ...
... grew very dark . Still he ran on and on . At last he found the pot of gold . How glad he was . K But the gold was very heavy . The boy was a long way from home . " What shall I do ? " said he . I cannot carry this heavy gold . I will ...
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... grew straight out . The tree was asleep . It did not know what the boy had done . No one could see the gold . The leaves hid it . Iris took care of the rainbow . She had hung a pot of gold on each end 32 STORIES FROM THE POETS .
... grew straight out . The tree was asleep . It did not know what the boy had done . No one could see the gold . The leaves hid it . Iris took care of the rainbow . She had hung a pot of gold on each end 32 STORIES FROM THE POETS .
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... grew very thin . " I will blow again . I will blow very hard . I will blow you right out of the sky . " He blew very hard . The moon was gone . " Now I will have some fun . I will blow trees down . I will blow chimneys down . " The moon ...
... grew very thin . " I will blow again . I will blow very hard . I will blow you right out of the sky . " He blew very hard . The moon was gone . " Now I will have some fun . I will blow trees down . I will blow chimneys down . " The moon ...
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... 99 She kept her promise and was good . Ruth grew to be a woman . She had little girls of her own . She used to tell them the story of the gold beads . THE BIRDS . All the winter the birds were far 64 STORIES FROM THE POETS.
... 99 She kept her promise and was good . Ruth grew to be a woman . She had little girls of her own . She used to tell them the story of the gold beads . THE BIRDS . All the winter the birds were far 64 STORIES FROM THE POETS.
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Términos y frases comunes
ALGEBRA ATWATER beautiful BELL OF ATRI Birch Tree bugs canoe Celia Thaxter Christmas cried DAY IN JUNE Egypt EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST Emperor's tent flowers flute glad gold beads grain grass grow happy hard HARVARD COLLEGE 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 lotos borders loved Mercury moon nest noise Nokomis nuts o'er old horse papa Persephone Piccola play Pluto poor POPLAR TREE pot of gold pretty green rain rainbow rats Red Riding Hood reeds river Nile roof rope Ruth sang seeds shepherds shiver shoe sleepy snow soldiers song Soon sparrows who share stars story swallow Sweet day tell took tried to blow warm water fairies wheat wigwam woods worms yellow
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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 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 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 bed-clothes 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 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 24 - In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild: Never was seen such a joyful child. "See what the good saint brought!" she cried, And mother and father must peep inside. Now such a story who ever heard? There was a little shivering bird! A sparrow, that in at the window flew, Had crept into Piccola's tiny shoe! "How good poor Piccola must have been!
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! Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.
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 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...
Página 77 - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. 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.