Graded Selections for Memorizing: Adapted for Use at Home and in SchoolVan Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1880 - 184 pages |
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... Birds of Killingworth , " a story from Hawthorne's " Tanglewood Tales , " one of " Timothy Titcomb's Letters , " etc .; and , further , that pupils be encouraged to read at their homes still other selections , and to give sketches of ...
... Birds of Killingworth , " a story from Hawthorne's " Tanglewood Tales , " one of " Timothy Titcomb's Letters , " etc .; and , further , that pupils be encouraged to read at their homes still other selections , and to give sketches of ...
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... . J. B. P. NOTE . - Biographical sketches of most of the authors repre- sented in this volume may be found in McGuffey's Revised Fifth and Sixth Readers . GRADED SELECTIONS . FIRST YEAR . I. THE little birds viii NOTES AND SUGGESTIONS .
... . J. B. P. NOTE . - Biographical sketches of most of the authors repre- sented in this volume may be found in McGuffey's Revised Fifth and Sixth Readers . GRADED SELECTIONS . FIRST YEAR . I. THE little birds viii NOTES AND SUGGESTIONS .
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... birds are wide - awake , So early in the morn ; Just think how funny it would be To see the robins yawn ! To hear the little sparrow say " Oh dear ! ' t is hardly light ! Mamma , I want to sleep some more , ” - ' Twould make you laugh ...
... birds are wide - awake , So early in the morn ; Just think how funny it would be To see the robins yawn ! To hear the little sparrow say " Oh dear ! ' t is hardly light ! Mamma , I want to sleep some more , ” - ' Twould make you laugh ...
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... birds in a pretty nest , I must not , in play , Steal the young birds away , To grieve their mother's breast . My mother , I know , Would sorrow so , Should I be stolen away ; So I'll speak to the birds , In my softest words , Nor hurt ...
... birds in a pretty nest , I must not , in play , Steal the young birds away , To grieve their mother's breast . My mother , I know , Would sorrow so , Should I be stolen away ; So I'll speak to the birds , In my softest words , Nor hurt ...
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... bird whispered it just to me , What she'd hidden away in the top of the tree . " I know something , but I sha'n't tell , - Of something nice , and soft , and warm , To shelter the darlings from cold and storm . " I know something , but ...
... bird whispered it just to me , What she'd hidden away in the top of the tree . " I know something , but I sha'n't tell , - Of something nice , and soft , and warm , To shelter the darlings from cold and storm . " I know something , but ...
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Page 125 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 80 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 188 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now. and forever, one and inseparable.
Page 24 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 173 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Page 148 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 141 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 128 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 156 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 175 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...