Wisconsin Arbor Day AnnualDemocrat Printing Company, 1906 - Arbor Day |
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A. C. McClurg acres amfalula tree Arbor Day Audubon Society beautiful beech begins to stir bikky birch birdies learn bloom Bobolincon Bobolink Boy Blue breezes buckwheat butterfly Buzzy Wuzz Catherine Judd Century clover cold comes Copyright COUNTRY FAITH daisies dear Dinkey-Bird is singing dream Emily Dickinson Eugene Field eyes fairies feet fields flew flowers forest garden grass green grow head heart James Whitcomb Riley land let us play light limpsy eel Little Bird Blue Little brown brother loves the trees lumber Mary Mapes Dodge Mister Hop-Toad nest night o'er old willow tree permission pine plants rabbit rain sailing sap begins seed silver winds Sing on,-sing sizz and fry snow soft song Sparrow Spikky Spring summer sweet sweet spring Thrush timber trees best Wadolincon weather whee-ee Whee-oo wikky William Wordsworth wings Witchy witchy wood lot yellow young
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Page 63 - When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little...
Page 52 - He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights.
Page 82 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Page 81 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Page 47 - And the rain-pools are the seas, And the leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes. In that forest to and fro I can wander, I can go; See the spider and the fly And the ants go marching by Carrying parcels with their feet Down the green and grassy street.
Page 22 - There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth! And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging!
Page 80 - sa funny fellow; every one 'sa little mellow; Follow, follow, follow, follow, o'er the hill and in the hollow ! Merrily, merrily, there they hie ; now they rise and now they fly; They cross and turn, and in and out, and down in the middle, and wheel about, — With a " Phew, shew, Wadolincon ! listen to me, Bobolincon ! — Happy 's the wooing that 's speedily doing, that 's speedily doing, That's merry and over with the bloom of the clover ! Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, follow, follow me...
Page 63 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Page 51 - Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. Where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He's under the haycock Fast asleep.
Page 72 - Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee— That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest; There to trace the homeward bee— That's the way for Billy and me.