The Winston Readers, Volumen1

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John C. Winston Company, 1925

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Página 79 - the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home; They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Página 49 - 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 147 - O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? 0 wind, a-blowing all day long; 0 wind, that sings so loud a song! —Robert Louis Stevenson,
Página 146 - CHICKADEE Then piped a tiny voice hard by, Gay and polite, a cheerful cry, "Chick-a-dee-dee!" saucy note Out of sound heart and merry throat As if it said, "Good day, good sir! Fine afternoon, old passenger! Happy to meet you in these places Where January brings few faces.
Página 173 - Oh! won't they be soon upset, you know? For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long; And happen what may, it's extremely wrong In a sieve to sail so fast." They sailed to the Western Sea, they did— To a land all covered with trees;
Página 49 - tree? Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy. Now I'm glad! Now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me.
Página 92 - WISHING Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the Elm tree for our King!
Página 91 - showed him the road to start with, and told him to ask the way of the first owl he met. "This little boy never used his eyes, so he passed the first owl and waked up the wrong one. He passed the water sprite and found only the frog. He sat
Página 165 - with the pretty little dancer. She was still standing on one foot and holding up the other. She was as firm and as faithful as he was. He was almost moved to tears. He looked at her and she looked at him; but they said nothing.
Página 17 - THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE Under a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big dormouse All in a heap.

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