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Page 642 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ? When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 702 - Shaking your throat with such bursts of glee< How did you happen to be so blue ? Did you steal a bit of the lake for your crest, And fasten blue violets into your vest ? Tell me, I pray you, — tell me true ! Did you dip your wings in azure dye, When April began to paint the sky, That was pale with the winter's stay ? Or were you hatched from a bluebell bright, 'Neath the warm, gold breast of a sunbeam light, By the river one blue spring day ? 0 Blue Jay up in the maple-tree, A-tossing your saucy...
Page 639 - The King of France with twenty thousand men, • Marched up the hill, and then marched down again.
Page 798 - THERE was a little girl, who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, And when she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.
Page 500 - Pickering 344) , it is not every small creek in which a fishing skiff or gunning canoe can be made to float at high water which is deemed navigable, but, in order to give it the character of a navigable stream, it must be generally and commonly useful to some purpose of trade or agriculture.
Page 889 - A LOVELY Sunday morning dawned without a cloud, and even in the dingy court the May sunshine shone warmly, and the spring breezes blew freshly from green fields far away. Johnny begged to go out, and being much better, his mother consented, helping him to dress with such a bright face and eager hands that the boy said, innocently : " How glad you are when I get over a bad turn ! I dorr't know what you 'd do if I ever got well.
Page 702 - And hear when I tell you what I think, — You bonniest bit of the spring. 1 think when the fairies made the flowers, To grow in these mossy fields of ours, Periwinkles and violets rare, There was left of the spring's own color, blue, Plenty to fashion a flower whose hue Would be richer than all and as fair. So, putting their wits together, they Made one great blossom so bright and gay, The lily beside it seemed blurred ; And then they said, " We will toss it in air ; So many blue blossoms grow everywhere,...
Page 639 - Send as full an account as possible of the habits of the insect respecting which you desire information ; for example, what plant or plants it infests; whether it destroys the leaves, the buds, the...
Page 887 - These agreeable remarks were breathed into Johnny's willing ear about a fortnight after the acquaintance began, and he hastened to promise, adding soberly, a minute after : " Mother says she 's afraid it will be too much for me to go around and up steps, and see new things, for I get tired so easy, and then the pain comes on. But I don't care how I ache if I can only see the pictures — and you.
Page 888 - He pulled out two bricks. / will beat down the wall, and he shall come in at once," panted Fay, and she gave a great blow at the bricks, bent on having her will without delay ; for she was an impetuous little creature, full of love and pity for the poor boy pining for the fresh air and sunshine, of which she had so much. Bang, bang went the little hatchet, and down came one brick after another, till the hole was large enough for Fay to thrust her head through, and. being breathless by that time,...