The Howe Readers: A primer, [A first-fifth reader]

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Pàgina 116 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed,...
Pàgina 115 - THE COW THE friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might To eat with apple-tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
Pàgina 115 - IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day...
Pàgina 116 - I LIKE little Pussy, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm ; So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, But Pussy and I very gently will play...
Pàgina 43 - AT THE SEA-SIDE WHEN I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
Pàgina 41 - Boats sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please ; But the bow that bridges heaven And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
Pàgina 94 - Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Pàgina 118 - But oh ! they were so many, At last the carriage broke, And to the ground came tumbling These frightened little folk. And through the moss and grasses They were compelled to roam, Until...
Pàgina 7 - Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop. So I cried, "Little Bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?
Pàgina 67 - And what do you do when your hair is white And the children come to play ? They take me up in their dimpled hands And blow my hair away.

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