The Young and Field Literary Readers: Book one-[six], Libro 2

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Ginn and Company, 1916
 

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Página 89 - 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!
Página 87 - AT THE SEA-SIDE WHEN I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
Página 191 - SLEEP, baby, sleep ! Thy father watches his sheep ; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep ; The little stars are the lambs, I guess ; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep...
Página 88 - AUTUMN FIRES IN the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!
Página 189 - Cow. THANK you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day, and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank ; But the yellow cowslips eat, They will make it very sweet. Where the purple violet grows, Where the bubbling water flows, Where the grass is fresh and fine, Pretty cow, go there and dine.
Página 85 - Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my...
Página 90 - O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old ? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me ? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 173 - DAISIES At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead; They are the little daisies white That dot the meadow of the night. And often while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the Moon will go; It is a lady, sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there.
Página 42 - Boats sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas ; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these.
Página 90 - 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!

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