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... laughed harder than ever , and quickly got up on her knees . " No , no ! the goat is mine , " she said . She stroked the gentle creature's face . She took off her hair ribbon and fastened it around its neck . She rose to her feet and ...
... laughed harder than ever , and quickly got up on her knees . " No , no ! the goat is mine , " she said . She stroked the gentle creature's face . She took off her hair ribbon and fastened it around its neck . She rose to her feet and ...
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... laughed all the way . " What are you laughing at ? " he asked . " At two things that I saw in my travels , " said the Wind . " I saw a hen that starved to death while sit- ting close by a bushel of grain . And I saw a little boy that ...
... laughed all the way . " What are you laughing at ? " he asked . " At two things that I saw in my travels , " said the Wind . " I saw a hen that starved to death while sit- ting close by a bushel of grain . And I saw a little boy that ...
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... laughed at him when he declared that the earth is round ! How they laughed again when he said that he would sail across the western ocean and prove that he was right ! He thought of the seven years of waiting . Then he turned to his ...
... laughed at him when he declared that the earth is round ! How they laughed again when he said that he would sail across the western ocean and prove that he was right ! He thought of the seven years of waiting . Then he turned to his ...
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... laughed , too , as I turned away and left her still talking . I sat down a little farther away , and was soon deeply interested in my reading . In a little while I heard her say : " Funny fire , funny fire ! Little red fire ! " " What ...
... laughed , too , as I turned away and left her still talking . I sat down a little farther away , and was soon deeply interested in my reading . In a little while I heard her say : " Funny fire , funny fire ! Little red fire ! " " What ...
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... laughed . Mary did not know why I gave her a silver cup , with her name on it , when she went home the next week . " But you will know some time , ” I said . " Will I know when I'm ninety ? " she asked . " And , oh , auntie , who did ...
... laughed . Mary did not know why I gave her a silver cup , with her name on it , when she went home the next week . " But you will know some time , ” I said . " Will I know when I'm ninety ? " she asked . " And , oh , auntie , who did ...
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Page 246 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 123 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 125 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 250 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...
Page 251 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod.
Page 147 - The frost looked forth one still, clear night And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight, So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 250 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold. Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Page 148 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
Page 119 - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another ; A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother.
Page 248 - 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 ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.