Kendall Second Reader

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D.C. Heath, 1917 - Readers - 211 pages
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Page 49 - As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives; Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits; Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives? (Answer — One.)
Page 143 - I Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing. Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king 1
Page 117 - 0 cuckoo pint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear, green bell! i And show me your nest with the young ones in it, I will not steal them away; 1 am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet — I am seven times one to-day. — JEAN INGELOW.
Page 136 - SEPTEMBER The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards ^ With fruit are bending down. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. — HELEN HUNT JACKSON.
Page 161 - MY SHADOW I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see, He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
Page 140 - Rainbow at night Is the sailor's delight, Rainbow in the morning Sailors take warning. Thirty days hath September April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one, Except February
Page 144 - The king was in the counting-house Counting out his money, The queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes. There came a little blackbird And snipped off her nose.
Page 184 - THE LAMP LIGHTER My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat, Now, Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my
Page 80 - -I WHERE GO THE BOATS? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand; It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home?
Page viii - LITTLE THINGS Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. Thus our little errors Lead the soul away, From the path of virtue, Off in sin to stray. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make this earth an Eden Like the heaven above.

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