Primary Education, Volume 17

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Educational Publishing Company, 1909 - Education
 

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Page 306 - Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 320 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Page 432 - Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow.
Page 318 - Women know The way to rear up children (to be just) ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words ; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles...
Page 345 - Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full...
Page 99 - Bureau shall investigate and report . . . upon all matters pertaining to the welfare of children and child life among all classes of our people...
Page 192 - To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?
Page 111 - WHENEVER the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea,* By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again.
Page 445 - THE grass so little has to do, — A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes The breezes fetch along, And hold the sunshine in its lap And bow to everything ; And thread the dews all night, like pearls, And make itself so fine, — A duchess were too common For such a noticing. And even when it dies, to pass In odors so divine, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine. And then to dwell in sovereign barns, And dream...
Page 20 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...

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