Brooks's Readers, Volumen3American Book Company, 1906 |
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... wig is snowy white , Golden locks are gone ; But you've had a merry time Since your days began , And even now you're a cheery , Blithe old man . - GEORGE COOPER . THE FARMER'S WHEAT FIELD stalk threshed plump healthy forth neighbor 24.
... wig is snowy white , Golden locks are gone ; But you've had a merry time Since your days began , And even now you're a cheery , Blithe old man . - GEORGE COOPER . THE FARMER'S WHEAT FIELD stalk threshed plump healthy forth neighbor 24.
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... golden we are ! " said the tall stalk ; " and how beautiful we look , standing together like a great army of sol- diers ! The sun shines to cheer us . And when the gentle rains fall , how sweet and refreshing they are ! " " All " Yes ...
... golden we are ! " said the tall stalk ; " and how beautiful we look , standing together like a great army of sol- diers ! The sun shines to cheer us . And when the gentle rains fall , how sweet and refreshing they are ! " " All " Yes ...
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... golden like the sun . " " Ah , " said the tall stalk . " It is true that we must live and grow and become yellow and golden . But after that , there must be something else for us to do . " The very next day the farmer came into the ...
... golden like the sun . " " Ah , " said the tall stalk . " It is true that we must live and grow and become yellow and golden . But after that , there must be something else for us to do . " The very next day the farmer came into the ...
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... golden stalks were cut . The wheat was threshed and ground into the finest of flour . And then the flour was baked into fresh , white loaves of bread . But little Alice did not know that her bread was made of the wheat that she had seen ...
... golden stalks were cut . The wheat was threshed and ground into the finest of flour . And then the flour was baked into fresh , white loaves of bread . But little Alice did not know that her bread was made of the wheat that she had seen ...
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... golden meal . Turning all the day , It never stops to play . Sparkling in the sun , The merry waters run Upon the foaming , flashing wheel That laugheth loud , but worketh still . Sparkling in the sun , The merry waters run . SELECTED ...
... golden meal . Turning all the day , It never stops to play . Sparkling in the sun , The merry waters run Upon the foaming , flashing wheel That laugheth loud , but worketh still . Sparkling in the sun , The merry waters run . SELECTED ...
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Página 153 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 238 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Página 151 - 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.
Página 154 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught...
Página 140 - 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
Página 128 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 212 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Página 235 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! 4 Our fathers...
Página 234 - tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring!
Página 45 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...