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Page 92 - 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? Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I...
Page 90 - January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and lovely flowers.
Page 48 - I think I never heard Of anything so mean." "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?
Page 47 - oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa ! Baa !" said the sheep ; " oh, no I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
Page 118 - The children of Holland take pleasure in making, What the children of England take pleasure in breaking;" I believe their bijouterie and nouveautes are chiefly manufactured for the foreign markets.
Page 90 - You conceive that what is worth doing at all is worth doing well...
Page 48 - Don't ask me again, Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean.
Page 103 - Welsh princes, and thus ended the independence of Wales. Since that time the Welsh have been a part of the British nation, and they now weave stockings and dig coal and iron...