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Page 33
... cried out that if the tar baby did n't let go , he would butt him in the stomach . So he butted 25 him in the stomach ; and his head stuck fast . 34 Just then Brer Fox sauntered out of the bushes A NEGRO FOLK TALE 33.
... cried out that if the tar baby did n't let go , he would butt him in the stomach . So he butted 25 him in the stomach ; and his head stuck fast . 34 Just then Brer Fox sauntered out of the bushes A NEGRO FOLK TALE 33.
Page 60
... cried Jessy , hopping about on one foot , " it has gone very well ! oh , very , very , very well ! Oh , my mother dear , what do you think I have got in my hand ? 20 What do you think ? oh , what do you think ? ” and she 25 went dancing ...
... cried Jessy , hopping about on one foot , " it has gone very well ! oh , very , very , very well ! Oh , my mother dear , what do you think I have got in my hand ? 20 What do you think ? oh , what do you think ? ” and she 25 went dancing ...
Page 61
... cried Jessy , " and it did come out of the cupperty - buts ! " And then she told her mother the whole story . The tears came into Mrs. Gray's eyes , but they were tears of 10 joy and gratitude . " Jessy dear , " she said , " when we say ...
... cried Jessy , " and it did come out of the cupperty - buts ! " And then she told her mother the whole story . The tears came into Mrs. Gray's eyes , but they were tears of 10 joy and gratitude . " Jessy dear , " she said , " when we say ...
Page 94
... cried his mother . " Why , what's the matter with the cattle ? " ९९ Ah , me ! " said Old Pipes ; " I don't believe there's anything the matter with the cattle . It must be with me 25 and my pipes that there is something the matter ...
... cried his mother . " Why , what's the matter with the cattle ? " ९९ Ah , me ! " said Old Pipes ; " I don't believe there's anything the matter with the cattle . It must be with me 25 and my pipes that there is something the matter ...
Page 95
... cried his mother . " I'm sure you've piped as well as you could , and no more can be expected . And 5 what are we to do without the money ? " " I don't know , " said Old Pipes ; " but I'm going down to the village to pay it back . " The ...
... cried his mother . " I'm sure you've piped as well as you could , and no more can be expected . And 5 what are we to do without the money ? " " I don't know , " said Old Pipes ; " but I'm going down to the village to pay it back . " The ...
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The Young and Field Literary Readers, Vol. 3 (Classic Reprint) Ella Flagg Young No preview available - 2018 |
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१९ ९९ Alice America Argentina Arion army asked baby began bob-o'-link bobolink BRAHMAN Brer Fox Brer Rabbit Buenos Aires called chee Christmas Cordoba cried cupperty-buts Dryad Edmondo de Amicis England Evelyn eyes fable father fire friends Frost Spirit Genoa girl goats gold hand happy head hear heard horses hymn Indians Jessy Johanna Spyri Kittykin land Lars Literary Readers lived Longfellow looked lullaby Marco meant memorizing Mequinez Moni morning mother mountain mouse Nicholas night Norrland Old Pipes Pilgrims poem poet QUESTIONS AND HELPS rocks sailed sandpiper shallop sheep ship shore sing sleep Smith snow soldiers song spink stanza Star-Spangled Banner story tar baby Tell Thanksgiving things thought tiger told took tree Trowbridge Uncle Remus village WASHINGTON wild wind woods words write wrote young
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Page 318 - 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 279 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 150 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee!" Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
Page 308 - He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread...
Page 183 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless...
Page 69 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 300 - MAKE a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness : Come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD he is God : It is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves ; We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise : Be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting ; And his truth endureth to all generations.
Page 306 - He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked" like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 306 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; " Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away!...
Page 305 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas...