The New Franklin Third Reader

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Sheldon & Company, 1886 - 240 páginas
 

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Página 218 - Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath : for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I -will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore If thine enemy hunger, feed him ; if he thirst, give him drink : for in so doing thou sha.lt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Página 28 - So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Página 57 - I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel ? " A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast ; And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name.
Página 54 - To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made"?" " Not I," said the the cow, " Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I,
Página 56 - Don't ask me again. Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry, 'For shame!'
Página 27 - There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree "He's singing to me! He's singing to me!" And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear? Don't you see? Hush! look! In my tree I'm as happy as happy can be!
Página 180 - In rushed Piccola, sweet, half wild — Never was seen such a joyful child — "See what the good saint brought!
Página 180 - And so she slept till the dawn was gray. And full of faith, when at last she woke, She stole to her shoe as the morning broke; Such sounds of gladness filled all the air, Twas plain St Nicholas had been there! In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild: Never was seen such a joyful child. "See what the good saint brought!
Página 86 - High and low The summer winds blow ! They dance and play with the garden flowers, And bend the grasses and yellow grain ; They rock the bird in her hanging nest, And dash the rain on the window-pane.
Página 111 - Good children, then, if they come near, And hearken a good long while, may hear A wonderful tramping of little feet,— So fast we grow in the summer heat.

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