Swinton's Advanced First, Second Reader, Book 3Ivison, Blakeman, Taylor, 1886 |
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Common terms and phrases
Albert apple Arden asked baby beautiful bees birds boat called Cheery child Cinderella coals cousin cradle cried Cynthia daylight dies dear donkey drones elephant exclamation eyes fairies father flower-pot flowers Frank Free-'n'-Equal girl give going ground Grumble hand HEADS FOR COMPOSITION heard heaven Herbert Indians Jane kind king king's lady LANGUAGE LESSON laughed little glass slipper little maid lived Lizzie look Lord Cornwallis manner marked tardy Martha MEMORY-GEMS merry Momotaro morning mother name-words never nurse Onis papa paragraph Peach-Prince peddler pheasant pieces of gold pitchers pleasant pony Primmins Quaker quality-words questions rainbow raven red lobster reply sentence shoemaker shoes sing sisters smiled sparrow statements story SUMMER Snow sweet tell thing thought Tongue and Palate took treasures trunk verse violets wampum William Penn wish words Write young
Popular passages
Page 185 - 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 186 - 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 186 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
Page 23 - THANKSGIVING DAY. Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go ! The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does blow ! It stings the toes, And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play ! Hear the bells ring —
Page 210 - Little white snowdrop, I pray you arise; Bright yellow crocus, come, open your eyes ; Sweet little violets hid from the cold, Put on your mantles of purple and gold ; Daffodils, daffodils, say do you hear? Summer is coming, and spring-time is here!
Page 171 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 205 - ... dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene; When Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha ha he!
Page 44 - I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring ! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the Elm-tree for our king ! Nay — stay ! I wish I were an Elm-tree, A great, lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay ! The winds would set them dancing, The sun and moonshine glance in, The birds would house among the boughs, And sweetly sing.
Page 45 - Oh — no! I wish I were a Robin. A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing!
Page 149 - Whistling negro songs; Pussy by the hearth-side Romping with the tongs; Chestnuts in the ashes Bursting through the rind; Red leaf and gold leaf Rustling down the wind; Mother "doin' peaches" All the afternoon, — Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June?