Stories from the Poets: A Reader for the First GradeSilver, Burdett, 1898 - 110 páginas |
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... . Hiawatha had no oars . He did not need any . The canoe was like a fairy - boat . " It floated on the water Like a yellow leaf in Autumn , Like a yellow water - lily . " RUTH ENDICOTT'S BEADS . " Sit still Ruth , " HIAWATHA . 59.
... . Hiawatha had no oars . He did not need any . The canoe was like a fairy - boat . " It floated on the water Like a yellow leaf in Autumn , Like a yellow water - lily . " RUTH ENDICOTT'S BEADS . " Sit still Ruth , " HIAWATHA . 59.
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... leaves of the apple trees . They ate the leaves of all the trees . They got on the people . The people were sorry that they had sent the birds away . They wished the birds were back again . But wishing would not bring them back . This ...
... leaves of the apple trees . They ate the leaves of all the trees . They got on the people . The people were sorry that they had sent the birds away . They wished the birds were back again . But wishing would not bring them back . This ...
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A Reader for the First Grade May R. Atwater. The leaves made it shady and cool for the birds . The birds sang all the way . When they got back , the cages were opened . Out flew the birds . They made nests in the trees . The people were ...
A Reader for the First Grade May R. Atwater. The leaves made it shady and cool for the birds . The birds sang all the way . When they got back , the cages were opened . Out flew the birds . They made nests in the trees . The people were ...
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... leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the Sun , A tilt like a blossom among the leaves , And lets his illumined being o'er run With the deluge of Summer it receives ; His mate ...
... leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the Sun , A tilt like a blossom among the leaves , And lets his illumined being o'er run With the deluge of Summer it receives ; His mate ...
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... Served you in youth , henceforth you shall take heed To comfort his old age , and to provide Shelter in stall , and food and field beside . " -Longfellow . THE LEAVES . How pretty the leaves were ! One THE BELL OF ATRI . 46.
... Served you in youth , henceforth you shall take heed To comfort his old age , and to provide Shelter in stall , and food and field beside . " -Longfellow . THE LEAVES . How pretty the leaves were ! One THE BELL OF ATRI . 46.
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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...