Chambers's English readers, ed. by J.M.D. Meiklejohn (Google eBook)

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John Miller D. Meiklejohn
1878
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Page 60 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, 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.
Page 108 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Page 116 - I HAD a dove, and the sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving : O, what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving...
Page 26 - Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep.
Page 60 - BOY'S SONG. WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 25 - A FAIR little girl sat under a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see ; Then smoothed her work and folded it right, And said, " Dear work, goodnight, goodnight ! ' Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying " Caw, caw ! " on their way to bed, She said, as she watched their curious flight, " Little black things, good night, good night ! ' The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's "Bleat!
Page 96 - Katy ; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the rain? The East Wind, Arty ; and farmers know That cows come shivering up the lane When the East begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the flowers? The West Wind, Bessy ; and soft and low The birdies sing in the summer hours When the West begins to blow.
Page 120 - ... he had to make haste, for the water now began to boil in the pot, and he had still to grind the oatmeal. So he began to grind away; but while he was hard at it, down fell the cow off the housetop after all, and as she fell she dragged the man up the chimney by the rope. There he stuck fast; and as for the cow, she hung halfway down the wall, swinging between heaven and earth, for she could neither get down nor up.
Page 26 - And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good morning, good morning! our work is begun.
Page 68 - I'm convinced have not any ill-will to a mouse ; And those tales can't be true you always are telling, For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling. The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires, Exactly the size that one's comfort requires ; And I'm sure that we there should have nothing to fear, If ten cats, with their kittens, at once should appear.

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