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afraid Alma APPLETON APRIL FLOWERS BALFOUR STEWART balloon bark beautiful birds black rat boat brook brown thrush Calyx Columbus complete sentences Copy the following corolla cried dear diphthong doll emphasis of force Ettie eyes face fairy Fanny fast fawn Fido flowers following questions following sentences glad ground hand Harry head hear horse Indian Jack-in-the-Pulpit Jenny Wren kshu laughed learned LESSON little fox little girl loaf look mamma mark monkeys morning mother Nanny nest North-wind Norway rats petiole play poem pretty Prudence pull pupil rats represented in nine river rock sailed San Salvador ships shouted sleep soon sound spell strange syllable tell thing thought tree Trotty Twigs voice watched waves Wigs wind wish woods words Wren Write answers Yale College
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Page 30 - For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the wood, And straight through the barnyard gate! We seem to go Extremely slow; It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood; Now grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
Page 29 - 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 18 - Don't meddle! don't touch! little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy! Now I'm glad! now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Page 163 - Where the oriole's hammock-nest swings ; And at night-time are folded in slumber By a song that a fond mother sings. Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and poor become great ; And so from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
Page 204 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
Page 123 - He answered and said, A man that is called Jesus made clay, and anointed mine eyes, and said unto me, Go to the pool of Siloam...
Page 135 - A fair little girl sat under a tree. Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work, and folded it right. And said, 'Dear work, Good Night! Good Night!
Page 135 - And while on her pillow she softly lay She knew nothing more till again it was day: And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good Morning! Good Morning! our work is begun!
Page 163 - Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and poor become great ; And from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman, — The noble and wise of the land, — The sword and the chisel and palette, Shall be held in the little brown hand.
Page 17 - He's singing to me! He's singing to me! And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear? don't you see? Hush! Look! In my tree, I'm as happy as happy can be!