The Plan Book: PrimaryA. Flanagan Company, 1898 |
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... grow tall and strong and smother out the weeds . And their April " compos " on " Weeds " and " Seeds " were the best ... grown grave . When the plaintive call of Taps lin- gers long , On the quiet wind ; mingled with the prayer , At the ...
... grow tall and strong and smother out the weeds . And their April " compos " on " Weeds " and " Seeds " were the best ... grown grave . When the plaintive call of Taps lin- gers long , On the quiet wind ; mingled with the prayer , At the ...
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... growing From the seeds we sow to - day ? Thorns to pierce the weary feet , Flowers to make life's pathway sweet ; These will by and by be growing From the seeds we sow to - day . pesephine M. Vincent , Lorimer , Jowa MARCH APRIL MAY JUNE.
... growing From the seeds we sow to - day ? Thorns to pierce the weary feet , Flowers to make life's pathway sweet ; These will by and by be growing From the seeds we sow to - day . pesephine M. Vincent , Lorimer , Jowa MARCH APRIL MAY JUNE.
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... grow . " Yes , yes , yes , green . Yes , yes , yes , Time to be - gin to grow ; The Dressed in the pal - est green ; And sun shine is bright and the air is mild , So it's time to be gin to grow . pairs of dear little ten - der leaves ...
... grow . " Yes , yes , yes , green . Yes , yes , yes , Time to be - gin to grow ; The Dressed in the pal - est green ; And sun shine is bright and the air is mild , So it's time to be gin to grow . pairs of dear little ten - der leaves ...
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... grow ! But I'm all alive in trunk and shoot , The buds of next May I fold away , But I pity the withered grass at my root . " " You think I am dead , " the quick grass said , " Because I have started with stem and blade ! But under the ...
... grow ! But I'm all alive in trunk and shoot , The buds of next May I fold away , But I pity the withered grass at my root . " " You think I am dead , " the quick grass said , " Because I have started with stem and blade ! But under the ...
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... grow , And peaches redden for you to eat . When the south wind begins to blow . " Has any south wind blown this week ? From which direc- tion is the wind blowing to - day ? How many would like to make a March calendar and mark all the ...
... grow , And peaches redden for you to eat . When the south wind begins to blow . " Has any south wind blown this week ? From which direc- tion is the wind blowing to - day ? How many would like to make a March calendar and mark all the ...
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Página 993 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 993 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 682 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 777 - You friendly Earth ! how far do you go, With the wheatfields that nod, and the rivers that flow; With cities, and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles ? Ah, you are so great and I am so small, I...
Página 777 - You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Página 777 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
Página 861 - And the good Nokomis answered: "Tis the heaven of flowers you see there. All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.
Página 984 - ... not one. The dear boy only slept a minute — just one little minute — at his post ; I know that was all, for Bennie never dozed over a duty. How prompt and reliable he was ! I know he only fell asleep one little second.
Página 822 - THE SUN'S TRAVELS THE sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed.
Página 719 - I watch him as he skims along Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Nor flash of fluttering drapery. He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye; Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I.