The Children's Third ReaderW.W. Shannon, Superintendent State Printing, 1905 - 280页 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ Andy Moore asked beautiful birds blossoms blue Blunder bobolinks Bose bright brook called Cambridgeport camel child çine climb cried Daisy dandelions dear donkey Elmwood elves eyes fairy spring Fanny father flew flowers friends frog green grew happy HARRIET BEECHER STOWE heard Holmes horse Indians James Russell Lowell Kitty knew laughed leaves little boy little Strawberry-blossom lived looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT loved Lowell Lulu mamma morning mother nests never night North Wind Ocean Pearl Oliver Oliver Wendell Holmes once pine play poems Polly poor pretty rocks sandpiper seemed ship sing snow soon squirrels stood story sunbeam sunshine sweet Tabby tell things thought Tiny told took trees watched Westfield River whispered winter Wishing-Gate wood
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第124页 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
第45页 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
第140页 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!
第124页 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang, To the anthem of the free...
第141页 - T make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That could n't be split nor bent nor broke, — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's...
第142页 - Do! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less! Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren — where were they? But there stood the stout old one-hoss shay As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day! EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; "Hahnsum kerridge
第142页 - What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground!
第215页 - THIS little rill, that from the springs Of yonder grove its current brings, Plays on the slope awhile, and then Goes prattling into groves again, Oft to its warbling waters drew My little feet, when life was new. When woods in early green were dressed, And from the chambers of the west
第125页 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
第46页 - I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?