Classic Readers, Book One

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Educational Publishing Company, 1903 - Readers (Primary) - 112 pages
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Page 43 - THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
Page 68 - MY bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more.
Page 23 - Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again." "That last line is much too long for the poetry," she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her. "Don't stand chattering to yourself like that," Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time; "but tell me your name and your business.
Page 69 - Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky; Hundreds of shells on the shore together; Hundreds of birds that go singing by; Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn; Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover; Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn; But only one mother the wide world over.
Page 111 - Look up and not down, look forward and not back, look out and not in, and lend a hand.
Page 105 - BLOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! That the miller may grind his corn; That the baker may take it and into rolls make it, And send us some hot in the morn. Six little mice sat down to spin, Pussy passed by, and she peeped in. "What are you at, my little men?
Page 67 - Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do; Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. All night across the dark...
Page 104 - Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by...
Page 57 - LADY BUG Lady-bug, lady-bug, Fly away, do, Fly to the mountain, And feed upon dew, Feed upon dew, And sleep on a rug, And then run away Like a good little bug.
Page 58 - ... river. They told how the rain falls down from the clouds to fill the flower cups and the birds' bathing places. " There is nothing so good as water to drink," they all sang. "There is nothing so good for girls, or boys, or birds." Each flower holds up A dainty cup To catch the rain and dew. The drink of flowers, That comes in showers, Is just the drink for you.

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