First Music Reader

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Ginn, 1906 - 126 páginas

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Página 113 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto :
Página 82 - I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head ; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow ; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes...
Página 51 - The Wind I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O...
Página 112 - What so 2. On the shore, dim - ly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the 3.
Página 112 - ry moun-tain side Let free -dom ring! tern - pled hills: My heart with rap - ture thrills Like that a - bove. breathe par-take; Let rocks their si - lence break,— The sound pro -long, ho - ly light; Pro - tect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!
Página 113 - O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Página 21 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star ; How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the glorious sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Página 63 - O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. O ho ro, i ri ri, &c. III. O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep...
Página 112 - Sweet free - dom's song ; To Thee we sing; Land where my fa - thers died ! Land of the I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and Let mor - tal tongues a - wake ; Let all that Long may our land be bright With free-dom's Pil-grim's pride ! From ev - 'ry moun-tain side Let free - dom ring.
Página 112 - tis of thee, Sweet land of lib • er - ty, 2. My na - live coun - try, thee, Land of the no - ble free, 3. Let mu - sic swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees 4. Our fa • thers' God, to Thee, Au - thor of lib - er - ty, Of thee I sing.

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