New Third Reader

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E.H. Butler, 1885 - Readers - 224 pages
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Page 143 - ... for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost...
Page 166 - Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down. "No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown," Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown. The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung; "Shall I take them away?
Page 195 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 166 - Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung. The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow; Said the girl, "May I gather thy berries now?" "Yes, all thou canst see: Take them; all are for thee," Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low.
Page 174 - tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine; And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold The little ones may gather, All fair in white and gold. Here blows the warm red clover, There peeps the violet blue; O happy little children, God made them all for you ! Celia Thaxter.
Page 79 - Run, little rivulet, run ! Sing to the fields of the sun That wavers in emerald, shimmers in gold, Where you glide from your rocky ravine, crystalcold; Run, little rivulet, run ! Run, little rivulet, run ! Sing of the flowers, every one, — Of the delicate harebell and violet blue; Of the red mountain...
Page 123 - And so she slept till the dawn was gray. And full of faith, when at last she woke, She stole to her shoe as the morning broke ; Such sounds of gladness filled all the air, 'Twas plain St. Nicholas had been there. In rushed Piccola, sweet, half wild, — Never was seen such a joyful child, — "See what the good Saint brought!
Page 179 - I will write it, sir, if you please. Indeed I brought a piece of paper for the purpose of putting down the money. I hope I shall be able to make it up in a few weeks, for I am trying to get a place as an errand-boy.
Page 122 - T is seldom Fortune such favor grants As fell to this little maid of France. 'T was Christmas-time, and her parents poor Could hardly drive the wolf from the door, Striving with poverty's patient pain Only to live till summer again.
Page 201 - to make this pudding we must first have flour, and how many people must have laboured to procure it ! The ground must have been ploughed, and sowed, and harrowed, and reaped. To make the plough, miners, smelters, and smiths, wood-cutters, sawyers, and carpenters, must have laboured. The leather of the harness for the horses had to be tanned and prepared for the harness-maker. Then, we have the builders of the mill, and the men who quarried the mill-stones and made the machine-work of the mill.

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