The Golden Ladder Book: A School Reader, Bok 1

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Macmillan, 1912 - 264 sider
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"This series ... introduces the pupil ... to the subject matter of morals, by means of fairy tale, myth, fable, allegory, parable, legend, stories of real life, of heroes and heroines, biography, and historical incident."--Preface.

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Side 264 - 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 top of the hills.
Side 46 - Little by little," an acorn said, As it slowly sank in its mossy bed, "I am improving every day, Hidden deep in the earth away." Little by little, each day it grew, Little by little, it sipped the dew ; Downward it sent out a thread-like root, Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot. Day after day, and year after year, Little by little, the leaves appear, And the slender branches spread far and wide, Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride. "Little by little...
Side 86 - But he still had Two and Three. "You are up in Papa's big bedroom, In the chest with the queer old key!" And she said: "You are warm and warmer; But you're not quite right,
Side 147 - THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE WHEN children are playing alone on the green In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.
Side 84 - And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be — With an old, old, old, old lady And a boy with a twisted knee. The boy would bend his face down On his little sound right knee ; And he guessed where she was hiding In guesses One, Two, Three.
Side 196 - SUPPOSE the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, "I'm such a tiny flower I'd better not grow up :" How many a weary traveller Would miss its fragrant smell!
Side 32 - A SILLY young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain, when he found that at home His cupboard was empty, and winter was come. Not a crumb to be found On the snow-covered ground ; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree. " Oh, what will become,
Side 72 - I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving his mother the wood to bring. "I love you, mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell; " Then she teased and pouted full half the day, Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, mother," said little Fan; "To-day I'll help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!
Side 84 - IT was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy that was half-past three; And the way that they played together Was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he; For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin little twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me.
Side 75 - Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by, Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather, Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.

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