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Abdul Achmet apple arrow asked Atri bear beautiful began Blynken boat brave Brother Brother Bear called camels chimney cloth coal cried desert dogs door duck duckling eggs Eugene Field eyes father fire flag flew Genghis Khan Gessler giant Grace Darling green head heard hoppity-kick horse Hulda hungry Jack Kasper king Klinka laughed little bird Little brown brother Little Half Chick little princess lived looked maple meal morning mother Nahum nest night North Wind old woman poor thing princess queen red deer reindeer ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Sarah Jane sell the cow Seth Warner sheep Silingchi snow soon Sparta star-spangled banner stick stood straw sure tail Tell thought thread told took town tree ugly valentine wait walked watched wish wood wooden shoe worms Wynken Zelda
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Pàgina 189 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Pàgina 135 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Pàgina 49 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Pàgina 136 - That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea — "Now cast your nets wherever you wish — Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Pàgina 51 - So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
Pàgina 65 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Pàgina 121 - 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. You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Pàgina 206 - I got my news from the Chinese plate !) Next morning, where the two had sat They found no trace of dog or cat; And some folks think unto this day That burglars stole that pair away ! But the truth about the cat and pup Is this: they ate each other up!
Pàgina 25 - 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! 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!
Pàgina 191 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream. 'Tis the star-spangled banner ! oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.