Sadlier's Excelsior Third Reader: Containing Elocutionary Instruction and Graded Readings, with Full Notes and an Index Thereto

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W.H. Sadlier, 1889 - Readers
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Page 133 - We must keep on our work clothes, for our life is not done ; but your clothes are for holiday, because your tasks are over.' Just then, a little puff of wind came, and the leaf let go without thinking of it. and the wind took it up, and turned it over and over, and whirled it like a spark of fire in the air and...
Page 133 - The twig told it to the branch on which it grew, and the branch told it to the tree. And when the tree heard it, it rustled all over and sent back word to the leaf: " Do not be afraid; hold on tightly and you shall not go till you want to.
Page 202 - The horses neighed and the oxen lowed : The sheep's "Bleat, bleat!" came over the road: All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, " Good little girl ! Good night ! good night...
Page 201 - I can" is a worker; he tills the broad fields, And digs from the earth all the wealth which it yields; The hum of his spindles begins with the light, And the fires of his forges are blazing all night.
Page 203 - Caw, caw," on their way to bed. She said as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things! Good night! good night!
Page 78 - The flowers, you say, are very fair, And bright green leaves are on the trees, And pretty birds are singing there: How beautiful for one who sees...
Page 78 - That God would spare her sightless child. He felt her warm tears on his face, And said, " Oh, never weep for me : I'm going to a bright, bright place, Where...
Page 88 - Now she entered the village street, With book in hand and face demure, And soon she came, with sober feet, To a crying babe at a cottage door.
Page 45 - I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.
Page 70 - Hush ! such a glory was not for thee ; But that care may still be thine ; For are there not little ones still to aid For the sake of the Child divine ? Are there no wandering Pilgrims now, To thy heart and thy home...

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