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... Fire . · A Christmas Fairy Robinson Crusoe's Pets . · • • Frank R. Stockton 95 Author Unknown Sydney Dare 99 104 John Strange Winter 106 Adapted from Daniel Defoe 113 The Fairies of the Caldon Low Under a Chestnut Tree.
... Fire . · A Christmas Fairy Robinson Crusoe's Pets . · • • Frank R. Stockton 95 Author Unknown Sydney Dare 99 104 John Strange Winter 106 Adapted from Daniel Defoe 113 The Fairies of the Caldon Low Under a Chestnut Tree.
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... strange , " said the keeper . " He has always been very cross to me , and I never go near him without something with which to defend myself . " " If you had been kind to him , he would not have grown so cross , " said the sailor . " The ...
... strange , " said the keeper . " He has always been very cross to me , and I never go near him without something with which to defend myself . " " If you had been kind to him , he would not have grown so cross , " said the sailor . " The ...
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... strange countries and distant islands . Then he thought of the time when he had first come to Spain . How even wise men had laughed at him when he declared that the earth is round ! How they laughed again when he said that he would sail ...
... strange countries and distant islands . Then he thought of the time when he had first come to Spain . How even wise men had laughed at him when he declared that the earth is round ! How they laughed again when he said that he would sail ...
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... How quickly we came , " said Tommy to himself . " But is it morning ? That is very strange ! I thought the moon was shining . Come , Johnny , get up , I have a story to tell you . " ME Grainger III While his brother was rubbing his eyes 90.
... How quickly we came , " said Tommy to himself . " But is it morning ? That is very strange ! I thought the moon was shining . Come , Johnny , get up , I have a story to tell you . " ME Grainger III While his brother was rubbing his eyes 90.
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... nothing be done ? Yes ! a happy thought came into his mind . How strange that it had not come before ! He would go to school first and ask the teacher to let him go back and take Jenny home . What could be more sensible 97.
... nothing be done ? Yes ! a happy thought came into his mind . How strange that it had not come before ! He would go to school first and ask the teacher to let him go back and take Jenny home . What could be more sensible 97.
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Page 246 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 123 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 125 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 250 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...
Page 251 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod.
Page 147 - 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 I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 250 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold. Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Page 148 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
Page 119 - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another ; A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother.
Page 248 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.