Readings and Recitations for Juniors

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Benziger Bros., 1891 - 182 páginas

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Página 97 - dead. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And
Página 47 - 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 are well and wisely put. If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.
Página 116 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand, Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished
Página 88 - THERE IS NO DEATH. THERE is no death ! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore; And bright in heaven's jewelled crown They shine forever more. There is no death ! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers The granite rocks disorganize To feed the hungry moss they bear, The
Página 68 - flies away. What does little baby say In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, "Let me rise and fly away." " Baby, sleep a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away.
Página 59 - THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair
Página 41 - bundle of toys he had flung on his back, I And he looked like a peddler just opening his ' pack. His eyes, how they twinkled ! his dimples, how merry ! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry ; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the
Página 77 - deep-plunged woe. And again to the child I whispered, " The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall." Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow. James Russell Lowell. THE
Página 171 - The boy, oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With shroud and mast and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart. Felicia Hemans.
Página 72 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice, too, in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk—warm milk it is, and new. " Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as

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