The Children's First [ -fourth] Reader, Kirja 3Ginn & Company, 1896 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ beautiful běr birds blossoms Blunder bobolinks Bose bright brook Bryant called camel CELIA THAXTER child climb cried Daisy dandelions dear donkey ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS Elmwood elves eyes fairy spring Fanny father flew flowers friends frog green grew happy HARRIET BEECHER STOWE heard Holmes horse Indians James Russell Lowell Kitty knew laughed leaves little boy little Strawberry-blossom lived looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT loved Lowell LUCY LARCOM Lulu mamma morning mother nests never night North Wind Ocean Pearl Oliver Oliver Wendell Holmes once pine play poems Polly pretty rocks sandpiper seemed sing snow soon squirrels stood story sunbeam sunshine sweet Tabby tell things thought Tiny tion shun told took trees watched whispered winter Wishing-Gate wood
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Sivu 41 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Sivu 120 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang, To the anthem of the free...
Sivu 137 - T make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That could n't be split nor bent nor broke, — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's...
Sivu 138 - Do! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less! Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren — where were they? But there stood the stout old one-hoss shay As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day! EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; "Hahnsum kerridge
Sivu 239 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, One little sandpiper and I.
Sivu 136 - Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits, — Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
Sivu 121 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Sivu 43 - And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high. I remembered the gradual patience That fell from that cloud like snow, Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar that renewed our woe. And again to the child I whispered, " The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall...
Sivu 42 - I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?
Sivu 139 - What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around ? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground ! You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once, — All at once and nothing first — Just as bubbles do when they burst End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.