Child Classics, Libro 3Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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... , and slumbered soon , Muttering low , " I've done for that Moon ! " III He turned in his bed : she was there again ! On high In the sky , With her one ghost - eye , The Moon shone 66 THE THIRD READER George Macdonald.
... , and slumbered soon , Muttering low , " I've done for that Moon ! " III He turned in his bed : she was there again ! On high In the sky , With her one ghost - eye , The Moon shone 66 THE THIRD READER George Macdonald.
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... turned Arachne's pretty little head . She became so proud and vain that no one could love her . 66 " No one can equal my work , " she would say , with a toss of her head . Athene , herself , can not do it . " Now , Athene , the goddess ...
... turned Arachne's pretty little head . She became so proud and vain that no one could love her . 66 " No one can equal my work , " she would say , with a toss of her head . Athene , herself , can not do it . " Now , Athene , the goddess ...
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... I , " said Arachne , as she gave the old woman a proud stare . At this the old woman smiled . Then she rose and Arachne saw standing before her the great goddess . At first Arachne turned scarlet . Then she. ARACHNE 81.
... I , " said Arachne , as she gave the old woman a proud stare . At this the old woman smiled . Then she rose and Arachne saw standing before her the great goddess . At first Arachne turned scarlet . Then she. ARACHNE 81.
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Georgia Alexander. goddess . At first Arachne turned scarlet . Then she turned pale . But in a moment her vanity came back . " A contest , " she cried . against you . " " I'll spin a contest Both set up their looms , and began to weave ...
Georgia Alexander. goddess . At first Arachne turned scarlet . Then she turned pale . But in a moment her vanity came back . " A contest , " she cried . against you . " " I'll spin a contest Both set up their looms , and began to weave ...
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... And out of the door turned the poor little Cricket . Though this is a fable , the moral is good : If you live without work , you must go without food . FRANKLIN AND THE WHARF BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE I In the 96 THE THIRD READER.
... And out of the door turned the poor little Cricket . Though this is a fable , the moral is good : If you live without work , you must go without food . FRANKLIN AND THE WHARF BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE I In the 96 THE THIRD READER.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Andersen answered Arachne asked beautiful began birds Black Whisker blue weather Blunder Blynken BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS bright CELIA THAXTER child cried dancing Darning-needle dear donkey duck Duckling eggs eyes fairy fast father flew flower-pot fowl GEORGE WEBBE DASENT Gipsy grass grasshopper hand Hans Andersen HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN head horse Jack-o'-lantern Jackanapes James Whitcomb Riley Jonas knew Lady Moon lark laughed legs lesson Lollo looked March Hare Master Hamel meadow Miller morning mother never night Nokomis North Wind nose Old Woman peasant Phillips Brooks poor pretty Primmins Princess replied Rollo round says Brer Fox says Brer Rabbit Schoolmaster sing sleep song stones stood story sweet Tar-Baby tell thee thing Thou thought tree ugly Ugly Duckling walk wife WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS wish Wishing-Gate Wynken
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Página 125 - And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. 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.
Página 126 - 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. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 154 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Página 115 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! 4 Our fathers...
Página 25 - O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
Página 132 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig.' Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Página 204 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Página 20 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Página 22 - 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.
Página 202 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or 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. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...