Viaggi attraverso Bookland : un nuovo e piano originale per la lettura applicata ai migliori del mondo della letteratura per bambini . d,o soffiante, sei giovane o vecchio ?Sei una bestia di campo e albero,o solo un bambino più forte di me?o vento, un-blowing tutto il giorno,O il vento che canta così forte di una canzone! Poco mani marrone 441 POCO BROWN mani da Maria Hannah Kraut guidano home le mucche da pascolo • Up per montaggio passante lungo, shady lane,dove la quaglia fischia forte nel grano fieldThat è giallo con granella di maturazione. Essi lanciate il fieno nel prato.Essi raccolgono le elder-hloom bianco; essi trovare dove il dusky gr

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Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . d, O blower, are you young or old ?Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me?O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! Little Brown Hands 441 LITTLE BROWN HANDS By Mary Hannah Kraut THEY drive home the cows from the pasture • Up thro the long, shady lane, Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat fieldThat is yellow with ripening grain. They toss the hay in the meadow.They gather the elder-hloom white; They find where the dusky grapes purpleIn the soft-tinted October light. They wave from the tall, rocking tree-tops, Where the orioles hammock-nest swings; And at night-time are folded in slumberBy a song that a fond mother sings. Those who toil bravely are strongest; The humble and poor become great;And from those brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman, The noble and wise of our land—The sword and the chisel and palette Shall be held in the little brown hand. WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT. ^N the reign of Richard the Third, kingof Efngland, there lived a ragged httleboy whose name was Dick Whitting-ton. His father and mother died whenhe was an infant, and as he had noother relatives, he lived from hand tomouth on the charity of the poor peoplein the parish of Taunton Dean, in Somersetshire.In spite of his rough life he grew up into a fine, sturdy youth, but rather indifferent to work. Whenhe was strong enough to earn his own living, thepeople in the parish grew tired of feeding him, andthreatened to whip him unless he set out to workfor himself. Dick was a sharp young fellow and had learneda great deal from listening to the talk of his elders, and had been in so many homes that he had pickedup a great variety of information. More than byanything else his fancy had been caught by tales ofLondon, Mhich in the minds of the ignorant peopleof the parish was a m

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1920
• booksubjectchildre
• bookyear1922