The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Book 3C. Sower Company, 1899 - Readers |
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Page 59
... " is the south wind's call . " Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! A fairy gift to children dear , The downy firstling of the year : Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! " Spärta ancient com'pa ny Ath'ens à re nå reeds de THIRD READER . 59.
... " is the south wind's call . " Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! A fairy gift to children dear , The downy firstling of the year : Come , Pussy ! Pussy Willow ! " Spärta ancient com'pa ny Ath'ens à re nå reeds de THIRD READER . 59.
Page 84
... trav- eler . Another map , an ' please you , sir ! And would you kindly not delay ! Sister and I would dear- ly like To learn our lesson there to - day . Dĕn'märk whirlpool Mæl'strom măgic XXXIII . - HOW THE SEA. 84 THIRD READER .
... trav- eler . Another map , an ' please you , sir ! And would you kindly not delay ! Sister and I would dear- ly like To learn our lesson there to - day . Dĕn'märk whirlpool Mæl'strom măgic XXXIII . - HOW THE SEA. 84 THIRD READER .
Page 93
... the sharp , jagged stones that cut her bare feet , leaving a trail of blood in their path . She thought only of her dear mother and the joy of seeing her take a drink of cool water . As she ran she heard a low , sad whine THIRD READER . 93.
... the sharp , jagged stones that cut her bare feet , leaving a trail of blood in their path . She thought only of her dear mother and the joy of seeing her take a drink of cool water . As she ran she heard a low , sad whine THIRD READER . 93.
Page 119
... dear grow rich . family clothed and fed and happy . Alas ! just as the prospect seemed brightest , the king was assassinated by Ravaillac . Wil- liam Lee lost his true friend . His trade fell away . He became poor once more ; and after ...
... dear grow rich . family clothed and fed and happy . Alas ! just as the prospect seemed brightest , the king was assassinated by Ravaillac . Wil- liam Lee lost his true friend . His trade fell away . He became poor once more ; and after ...
Page 131
... dear old French lan- guage . He said it was the most beautiful language in the world - so clear , so strong , so musical that it made a people great just to use it . He told us that the French people could never be made slaves if they ...
... dear old French lan- guage . He said it was the most beautiful language in the world - so clear , so strong , so musical that it made a people great just to use it . He told us that the French people could never be made slaves if they ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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 :
Page 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!
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.