The Standard First [ -fifth] Reader, Book 3C. Sower Company, 1899 - Readers |
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... leaf stamped on each one . These beautiful prints John carried to mar- ket and sold at a high price . price . The butter was so good that it brought an extra price . The " Clover - leaf Brand " was so much in demand that John could not ...
... leaf stamped on each one . These beautiful prints John carried to mar- ket and sold at a high price . price . The butter was so good that it brought an extra price . The " Clover - leaf Brand " was so much in demand that John could not ...
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... leaves sifted the sunshine . The river rolled swiftly to the sea . Here the old chief sat and thought . Around him were the wigwams of his people . Under the tall trees played the happy Indian children . The old chief saw none of these ...
... leaves sifted the sunshine . The river rolled swiftly to the sea . Here the old chief sat and thought . Around him were the wigwams of his people . Under the tall trees played the happy Indian children . The old chief saw none of these ...
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... leaves a - floating , Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating- Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . THIRD READER . 41 -WHERE GO THE BOATS?
... leaves a - floating , Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating- Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . THIRD READER . 41 -WHERE GO THE BOATS?
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... leaves of the maple and other trees . green " How ugly my long needles are , " said the pine . So it sighed and cried until at last a little fairy came to it . She said , " What is the matter ? " " Oh , " moaned the little pine tree ...
... leaves of the maple and other trees . green " How ugly my long needles are , " said the pine . So it sighed and cried until at last a little fairy came to it . She said , " What is the matter ? " " Oh , " moaned the little pine tree ...
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... leaves ! " At last it fell asleep . When it awakened the sun was shining on its beau- 66 tiful crystal leaves . But a storm came up . THIRD READER . 79 79.
... leaves ! " At last it fell asleep . When it awakened the sun was shining on its beau- 66 tiful crystal leaves . But a storm came up . THIRD READER . 79 79.
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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.