Golden Treasury Readers: Primer, First-5th reader, Llibre 2

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American Book Company, 1909
 

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Pàgina 66 - WYNKEN, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. " Where are you going, and what do you wish ? " The old moon asked the three. " We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea ; Nets of silver and gold have we ! " Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Pàgina 114 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Pàgina 84 - 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 42 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Pàgina 126 - seven times" over and over — Seven times one are seven. I am old — so old I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always — they know no better ; They are only one limes one.
Pàgina 68 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea — But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
Pàgina 41 - WHO LIKES THE RAIN? I" SAID the duck, " I call it fun, > For I have my little red rubbers on ; They make a cunning three-toed track In the soft, cool mud. Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! '' " I," cried the dandelion, " I, My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry ; '* And she lifted a towsled yellow head Out of her green and grassy bed.
Pàgina 113 - He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
Pàgina 127 - They are only one times one. 0 moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright! ah, bright! but your light is failing— You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Pàgina 52 - I'd sit in the middle And hold by both ends; Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be! I would call to the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes; And then I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes.

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