The Plan Book: PrimaryA. Flanagan Company, 1898 |
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... blades of grass , from your pillow ! March ! Hear who is calling you 800 -Lucy Larcom . SONGS FOR MARCH . WIND SONGS . am the wind. COPYRIGHT , 1898 , BY A. FLANAGAN . BLUE BIRD . ( One - half life size ). The Plan Book . MARCH GREETINGS.
... blades of grass , from your pillow ! March ! Hear who is calling you 800 -Lucy Larcom . SONGS FOR MARCH . WIND SONGS . am the wind. COPYRIGHT , 1898 , BY A. FLANAGAN . BLUE BIRD . ( One - half life size ). The Plan Book . MARCH GREETINGS.
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... sweet - ly , sing - ing , now we Hear their voi - ces ring - ing , Lit - tle birds are singing All the sum - mer day . From " Bird Day Program , " by Anna Silter . I. I know the 2. Dear little song blos that THE PLAN BOOK . 659.
... sweet - ly , sing - ing , now we Hear their voi - ces ring - ing , Lit - tle birds are singing All the sum - mer day . From " Bird Day Program , " by Anna Silter . I. I know the 2. Dear little song blos that THE PLAN BOOK . 659.
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... hear what lets hid from the say ing , cold , Up in the Put on man your ap ple - tree swinging tle of pur - and and ple sway - ing . gold . - From " Normal Music Course , " Second Reader , pub . by Silver , Burdett & Co. Like Chatf from ...
... hear what lets hid from the say ing , cold , Up in the Put on man your ap ple - tree swinging tle of pur - and and ple sway - ing . gold . - From " Normal Music Course , " Second Reader , pub . by Silver , Burdett & Co. Like Chatf from ...
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... We see your work and hear your song , But can't see you when pushing strong . From " Songs and Stories , " by Mildred and Patty Hall . By courtesy of Clayton F. Summy , Pub . H. GIPE . KATHIE MOORE . 4 I. The winds. WIND SONG .
... We see your work and hear your song , But can't see you when pushing strong . From " Songs and Stories , " by Mildred and Patty Hall . By courtesy of Clayton F. Summy , Pub . H. GIPE . KATHIE MOORE . 4 I. The winds. WIND SONG .
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... hear , when you have memorized this little verse . MEMORIZE . " Whichever way the wind doth blow , Some heart is glad to have it so .. So blow it east , or blow it west , The wind that blows , that wind is best . MOTHER NATURE'S HOUSE ...
... hear , when you have memorized this little verse . MEMORIZE . " Whichever way the wind doth blow , Some heart is glad to have it so .. So blow it east , or blow it west , The wind that blows , that wind is best . MOTHER NATURE'S HOUSE ...
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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.