The New McGuffey First [ -fifth] Reader, Llibre 3American Book Company, 1901 |
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Pàgina 107 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Pàgina 203 - She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Pàgina 205 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Pàgina 202 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Pàgina 173 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Pàgina 140 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too. 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...
Pàgina 54 - 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.
Pàgina 204 - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree." You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five. " Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied ; " Twelve steps or more from mother's door, And they are side by side.
Pàgina 105 - The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed; The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road; All seeming to say with a quiet delight, "Good little girl. Good Night! Good Night!
Pàgina 147 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.