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AGENCY asked Baby Bear beautiful begin birds Boston bring busy called cards carried cents Chicago child color comes course drawing drill EDUCATION expression eyes five flag flowers four girls give given grade grow hand head illustrated interest keep kind land language leaves lesson letter live look March Mary material means method Miss month mother Nature never once past picture play poem Primary pupils selected side song stand step story Street talk teacher teaching tell things third thought told tree turn week wind Write written York
Page 16 - Sweet and Low Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Page 574 - Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound, He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot. And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. His eyes how they twinkled ! His dimples how merry ! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry, His droll little mouth was drawn up
Page 158 - THE WIND Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. — Christina Rossetti
Page 316 - Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 397 - the children: There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 204 - around you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast— World, you are beautifully drest. The wonderful air is over me; And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the top of the hills.
Page 73 - set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather. — William Allingham
Page 316 - Robert of Lincoln is gaily drest, Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-Iink, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee,
Page 447 - From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air; There, with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent