The Normal Course in Reading: Alternate Third Reader : how to Read with Open Eyes, Libro 3

Silver, Burdett, 1891 - 224 páginas

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Página 10 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Página 175 - 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!
Página 174 - Oh ! no, no," said the little fly, " kind sir, that cannot be : I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see." " Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf — If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." " I thank you, gentle sir," she said, " for what you please to say, And, bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 221 - You run on so fast ! I wish you would stay : My boat and my flowers You will carry away.
Página 222 - The alder by the river Shakes out her powdery curls ; The willow buds in silver For little boys and girls. The little birds fly over, And oh, how sweet they sing ! To tell the happy children That once again 'tis spring.
Página 187 - Wink!" said the mother; "I wink," said the one; So she winked and she blinked In the sand, in the sun. Over in the meadow, Where the stream runs blue, Lived an old mother fish And her little fishes two. "Swim!
Página 223 - Speak gently ! it is better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently ! let no harsh words mar The good we might do here.
Página 139 - said the mother ; " We sing," said the three : So they sang, and were glad, In the hole in the tree. Over in the meadow, In the reeds on the shore, Lived a mother-muskrat And her little ratties four. " Dive ! " said the mother ; " We dive," said the four : So they dived and they burrowed In the reeds on the shore.
Página 222 - tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine; And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold The little ones may gather, All fair in white and gold. Here blows the warm red clover, There peeps the violet blue; O happy little children, God made them all for you ! Celia Thaxter.
Página 85 - I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat, With a white and yellow hat.

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