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... warm in winter , And shields me from the rain ; Were it bordered in gold and purple , Perhaps it would make me vain . I have no barn nor storehouse , I neither sow nor reap ; God gives me a sparrow's fortune , But never a seed to keep ...
... warm in winter , And shields me from the rain ; Were it bordered in gold and purple , Perhaps it would make me vain . I have no barn nor storehouse , I neither sow nor reap ; God gives me a sparrow's fortune , But never a seed to keep ...
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... , And gave his guest a generous sup . Then out from the storm , the wind and the sleet , Puss joyfully lay at old Ben's feet ; Truly , it was a terrible storm , Ben feared he should never more be warm . But HEROES AND GREATHEARTS 33.
... , And gave his guest a generous sup . Then out from the storm , the wind and the sleet , Puss joyfully lay at old Ben's feet ; Truly , it was a terrible storm , Ben feared he should never more be warm . But HEROES AND GREATHEARTS 33.
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John T. Dale. Ben feared he should never more be warm . But just as he began to be dozy , And puss was purring soft and cozy , A voice called faintly before his door : " Ben Hazzard , Ben Hazzard , help I implore ! Give drink , and a ...
John T. Dale. Ben feared he should never more be warm . But just as he began to be dozy , And puss was purring soft and cozy , A voice called faintly before his door : " Ben Hazzard , Ben Hazzard , help I implore ! Give drink , and a ...
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... warm heart . The sunrise flashed on the snowy thatch , As an angel lifted the wooden latch . Ben woke in a flood of golden light , And knew the voice that had called all night , And steadfastly gazing , without a word , Beheld the ...
... warm heart . The sunrise flashed on the snowy thatch , As an angel lifted the wooden latch . Ben woke in a flood of golden light , And knew the voice that had called all night , And steadfastly gazing , without a word , Beheld the ...
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... warm countries . These egrets are taken from the mother birds while they are caring for their young ones , and when they are killed the young birds starve to death . At one feather sale in London in 1906 , it is said there were 72,000 ...
... warm countries . These egrets are taken from the mother birds while they are caring for their young ones , and when they are killed the young birds starve to death . At one feather sale in London in 1906 , it is said there were 72,000 ...
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animals asked Bands of Mercy beast beautiful became BERNARD DOGS Black-White blessed Bob-o'-link brave brown brown thrush called CHARLES DICKENS Cheer child CHILDREN'S HOUR cold creatures cried cruel dear Dick door dream dumb ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes father friends George Stephenson girl GRACE DARLING gray hand happy head heard heart Henry Wadsworth Longfellow horse hundred kill kind knew Landseer Lillian little boy lived Longfellow look LOUIS AGASSIZ master meadow mercy merry mother named nest never night noble pigeons pity poem pony poor little Raggles Robert Louis Stevenson Robert of Lincoln Robin Rosa Bonheur seemed sing snow song spank Spink story sweet tell thee thing thou thought tree Twas Uncle Phil voice warm whistle white kitten Whittier WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wings woods word young
Popular passages
Page 185 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 92 - 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.
Page 280 - May the great God whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it, and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet!
Page 105 - I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child and thou a lamb, We are called by His name, Little lamb, God bless thee!
Page 167 - Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! There as the mother sits all day Robert is singing with all his might Bob-o'link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nice good wife, that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 166 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 92 - Knowledge (never learned of schools) Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl, and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the groundmole sinks his well ; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 162 - Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
Page 93 - When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for. 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 268 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.