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Page 82 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 37 - Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, Our ploughs their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Page 21 - 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?
Page 44 - And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as...
Page 47 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 33 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Page 93 - THE LIGHT THAT IS FELT. A TENDER child of summers three, Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. " Oh, mother ! Take my hand," said she, " And then the dark will all be light.
Page 76 - THE Frost looked forth, one still, clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height In silence...