Peter and Polly in Summer

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American Book Company, 1912 - Readers - 144 pages

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Page 72 - 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 wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 38 - Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full...
Page 11 - SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside— Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown— Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
Page 50 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 51 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 72 - Like ladies' skirts across the grass — 0 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 — 0 wind, a-blowing all day long, 0 wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 28 - WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green 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 Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Page 49 - The dinner waits, and we are tired.
Page 75 - One night Peter went to bed early. It was not dark. The bright moon shone in at the window. Peter could see everything in the room. All at once he heard a noise. Peter opened his eyes. He saw that the room had grown dark. Something was outside the window. Tap, tap, came a noise at the window. "What is it?

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