Elementary Speller

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W.H. Wheeler, 1901 - Spellers - 160 pages
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Page 40 - There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree. He's singing to me! He's singing to me! And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear? Don't you see? Hush! Look! In my tree I'm as happy as happy can be!
Page 124 - BOATS sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas ; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please ; But the bow that bridges heaven, And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
Page 159 - You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Page 159 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow, Some heart is glad to have it so; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Page 4 - PLANT In the heart of a seed Buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant Lay fast asleep. "Wake!" said the sunshine, "And creep to the light,
Page 34 - WHEN to the flowers — so beautiful — The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one (All timidly it came) And standing at...
Page 41 - LITTLE drop of dew, Like a gem you are: I believe that you Must have been a star. When the day is bright, On the grass you lie; Tell me, then, at night Are you in the sky?
Page 71 - We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the ocean's foam, The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home. The whispering waves were half asleep, The clouds were gone to play, And on the bosom of the deep, The smile of Heaven lay...
Page 63 - Out came the children running : All the little boys and girls, "With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Page 108 - WHEN I WAS A BOY UP in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the moonlight crept, Bringing a tide of dreams that swept Over the low, red trundle-bed, Bathing the tangled curly head, While moonbeams played at hide-and-seek With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek — When I was a boy, a little boy!

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