Black's Graded Readers, Volume 3Education Publishing Company, 1907 |
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afraid al low Angler animal ball bear beautiful boat Bremen called canoes Captain Bligh Captain Cook cinder-maid Cinderella coach Cook crow dame Isabel daugh donkey door England fairy farmer fast feet fisherman went home Frankfort friends gave girl glass slipper grain of corn grant a woman's heard Hiawatha Indians island Jim Crow johnny-cake killed king Ladd land learned little bird little Hiawatha live locust Lokman looked minute mix minutes bake molasses mouth natives never night Nokomis Pacific ocean poor rabbit's foot reach rich rooster sailed sheep ship shoes shore side silver sisters soon stone stood stopped stork story story-teller SUBJECT sugar sugar-cane Tahiti talk tell thought tiger told took trees tried turnip walked wife woodchuck young chief Zeke
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Page 189 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter, Talked with them whene'er he mel them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Page 191 - THE LAST LEAF I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found 10 By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Page 193 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit...
Page 70 - 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?
Page 34 - I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, And left her wood and water to bring. "I love you, mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell." Then she teased and pouted full half the day, Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, mother," said little Fan; "Today I'll help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!
Page 179 - 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?
Page 176 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 178 - And often after sun-set, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Page 175 - 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.
Page 178 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I.