Readings and Recitations for JuniorsBenziger Bros., 1891 - 182 páginas |
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... thought , it certainly is remarkable as being only one of a volume written by a little English girl , Maude Edgerton Hine , when less than eight years old . Assuredly Chatterton himself was not more of an infant prodigy than the ...
... thought , it certainly is remarkable as being only one of a volume written by a little English girl , Maude Edgerton Hine , when less than eight years old . Assuredly Chatterton himself was not more of an infant prodigy than the ...
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... plain ; You might try her hair to curl All in vain ; On her cheek no tint of rose Paled and blushed , or sought repose ; She was plain . But the thoughts that through her brain Came and went 16 Readings and Recitations for Juniors .
... plain ; You might try her hair to curl All in vain ; On her cheek no tint of rose Paled and blushed , or sought repose ; She was plain . But the thoughts that through her brain Came and went 16 Readings and Recitations for Juniors .
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... thought was full of grace , Pure and true , And in time the homely face Loveliest grew ; With a heavenly radiance bright , From the soul's reflected light Shining through . So I tell you , little child , Plain or poor , If your thoughts ...
... thought was full of grace , Pure and true , And in time the homely face Loveliest grew ; With a heavenly radiance bright , From the soul's reflected light Shining through . So I tell you , little child , Plain or poor , If your thoughts ...
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... thought came : " Yes , when you're good . But when they blame You , little one , is it just the same - When mamma has to scold you ? " My mamma never scolds , " she moans , A 20 Readings and Recitations for Juniors . William H Montgomery,
... thought came : " Yes , when you're good . But when they blame You , little one , is it just the same - When mamma has to scold you ? " My mamma never scolds , " she moans , A 20 Readings and Recitations for Juniors . William H Montgomery,
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... thought about me , and so I grew . " But how did you come to us , my dear ? " " God thought about you , and so I am here . " George Macdonald , AT THE PARTY . HALF - A - DOZEN children At our house ! Half - a - dozen children Quiet as a ...
... thought about me , and so I grew . " But how did you come to us , my dear ? " " God thought about you , and so I am here . " George Macdonald , AT THE PARTY . HALF - A - DOZEN children At our house ! Half - a - dozen children Quiet as a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Cary BARBARA FRIETCHIE beautiful BENZIGER BROTHERS blew bloom blossoms blow blue breast bright child CHILDREN'S HOUR Christmas coursers cried crowd daisies darling dead dear little door eyes face fair fast father fell flames flowers George Macdonald girl give Gleaner gold golden Grandpapa's grave grew hair hand HAREBELL Hatem head heard heart heaven hung Jupiter King kiss knee knew laughed Let me fly light lily lips little birdie little feet little lad little maid Lizette looked Lord mamma Moon morning mother Mount Olympus neighbor's window never night o'er offered for Baby papa rose Saint Nicholas Santa Claus shone shout sighed silence silver sister sleep smile snow stair stood Stuart Holland Sullah Beg sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought twas voice waves whispered wild wind word
Pasajes populares
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