Open Sesame!: Arranged for children from four to twelve years oldBlanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn & Company, 1889 - Readers |
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... Wind and the Sun , The . Winning and Losing . Wish , A Wishing ... Wooden Doll and the Wax Doll , The Wooden Legs .... Woodpecker and the Dove , The . World , The World , The ... Wounded Daisy , The .. Ye Mariners of England ... PAGE ...
... Wind and the Sun , The . Winning and Losing . Wish , A Wishing ... Wooden Doll and the Wax Doll , The Wooden Legs .... Woodpecker and the Dove , The . World , The World , The ... Wounded Daisy , The .. Ye Mariners of England ... PAGE ...
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... Winds go whistling o'er the wold , Empty nest in sport a - flinging : Poor little birdies ! Faithless shepherd strayed afar , Playful dog the gadflies catching , Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar , Not a friend the fold is watching ...
... Winds go whistling o'er the wold , Empty nest in sport a - flinging : Poor little birdies ! Faithless shepherd strayed afar , Playful dog the gadflies catching , Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar , Not a friend the fold is watching ...
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... winds were blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma , the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose ...
... winds were blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma , the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose ...
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... wind is so merry with our hair , - It is only the People that we mind ! Papa , if you come so very near , We can't build the library to - day ; We think you are tired of being here , And , perhaps , you would like to go away . There are ...
... wind is so merry with our hair , - It is only the People that we mind ! Papa , if you come so very near , We can't build the library to - day ; We think you are tired of being here , And , perhaps , you would like to go away . There are ...
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... wind's , blowing over The red - blossomed clover , Made her thrill with delight from her head to her feet ; And a voice , sweet and rare , whispered low in the air , " See that beautiful , beautiful child sitting there ! " Thrice ...
... wind's , blowing over The red - blossomed clover , Made her thrill with delight from her head to her feet ; And a voice , sweet and rare , whispered low in the air , " See that beautiful , beautiful child sitting there ! " Thrice ...
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a-begging Ĉsop ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE angel ANONYMOUS baby Barum beautiful bird blow blue boughs bright child CHRISTINA G Christmas cold cried dark dead doth dream eyes fair fairy father feet flowers fly away home forever golden good-night green hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven John JOHN KEBLE King kiss Lady Moon lady-bird lamb land leaves light Little white Lily live look maid mamma MARY HOWITT merry morning mother never night o'er old oaken bucket pipe play poor pray pretty Queen rain rest River Robin rose round Saint Swithun shine sing skies sleep smile soft song star-spangled banner stars storm summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou tree Twas watch WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonderful
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Page 173 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
Page 307 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 85 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of .an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
Page 35 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 97 - 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 196 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 210 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 198 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 193 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 109 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.