The Thompson Readers: Book Four

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Silver, Burdett, 1917 - 214 páginas

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Página 191 - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow ; February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again ; March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil ; April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet ; May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams ; June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies ; Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers ; August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest...
Página 27 - WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? Who has seen the wind ? Neither I nor you ; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I ; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.
Página 10 - FROM breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod.
Página 198 - is there not a window in your house, on purpose for you to look through ?
Página 2 - The man in the wilderness, Asked me, How many strawberries Grew in the sea? I answered him as I thought good, As many red herrings As grew in the wood.
Página 198 - Dial, who have always, as everybody knows, set yourself up above me — it is vastly easy for you, I say, to accuse other people of laziness! You, who have had nothing to do all the days of your life, but to stare people in the face, and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen! Think, I beseech you, how you would like to be shut up for life in this dark closet, and to wag backwards and forwards, year after year, as I do...
Página 117 - WHO LOVES THE TREES BEST? Who loves the trees best? "I," said the Spring. "Their leaves so beautiful To them I bring." Who loves the trees best? " I," Summer said, "I give them blossoms, White, yellow, red." Who loves the trees best? "I,
Página 164 - MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW. MOON, so round and yellow, Looking from on high, How I love to see you Shining in the sky. Oft and oft I wonder, When I see you there, How they get to light you, Hanging in the air : Where you go at morning, When the night is past, And the sun comes peeping O'er the hills at last.
Página 203 - The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn; The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn; The maids in the meadows are making of hay; The ducks in the river are swimming away.

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