Stories of Childhood & NatureGlobe School Book Company, 1905 |
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... Baldur The Roses ' Winter Song • JOHN HAY . 193 BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 196 E. V. B. 198 • JUDITH WINDSON 200 A NORSE TALE . • 200 · · PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON 204 How the Hunter Destroyed the Snow INDIAN Legend . 204 · Wee Willie Winkie ...
... Baldur The Roses ' Winter Song • JOHN HAY . 193 BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 196 E. V. B. 198 • JUDITH WINDSON 200 A NORSE TALE . • 200 · · PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON 204 How the Hunter Destroyed the Snow INDIAN Legend . 204 · Wee Willie Winkie ...
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... glossy , green , spiny leaves , and dotted with bright red berries which have grown from the tiny white. 198 STORIES OF CHILDHOOD AND NATURE Mistletoe and Holly Holly Baldur The Roses' Winter Song JOHN BENJAMIN FRANKLIN E V.
... glossy , green , spiny leaves , and dotted with bright red berries which have grown from the tiny white. 198 STORIES OF CHILDHOOD AND NATURE Mistletoe and Holly Holly Baldur The Roses' Winter Song JOHN BENJAMIN FRANKLIN E V.
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... BALDUR the Beautiful was the son of Odin and Frigga . He was so full of sympathy and kind- ness that wherever he went the sun shone more brightly , and happiness filled the people's hearts . But he had one enemy , a dark and evil spirit ...
... BALDUR the Beautiful was the son of Odin and Frigga . He was so full of sympathy and kind- ness that wherever he went the sun shone more brightly , and happiness filled the people's hearts . But he had one enemy , a dark and evil spirit ...
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... Baldur , who enjoyed the fun as well as they , for nothing seemed to have power to hurt him . But one day when Frigga was sitting in her room , smiling at the shouts of the people who were hurl- ing things at Baldur , an old beggar ...
... Baldur , who enjoyed the fun as well as they , for nothing seemed to have power to hurt him . But one day when Frigga was sitting in her room , smiling at the shouts of the people who were hurl- ing things at Baldur , an old beggar ...
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... Baldur's blind brother . 66 Why don't you shoot , Hodur ? " he asked . " Because I am blind and have no one to help ... Baldur , who fell to the earth , dead . It The little mistletoe , which Frigga thought too lowly to ask a promise ...
... Baldur's blind brother . 66 Why don't you shoot , Hodur ? " he asked . " Because I am blind and have no one to help ... Baldur , who fell to the earth , dead . It The little mistletoe , which Frigga thought too lowly to ask a promise ...
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Page 152 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Page 126 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in.
Page 105 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove. Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine...
Page 195 - I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was...
Page 151 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our Mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground...
Page 78 - SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,' Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. ' New, new, new, new ! ' Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? ' Love again, song again, nest again, young again,' Never a prophet so crazy ! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy.
Page 45 - Lady-bird ! lady-bird ! fly away home ; — The field-mouse has gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the bees and the birds are at rest. Lady-bird ! lady-bird ! fly away home...
Page 134 - For they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened ; and they did eat every herb of the land, and all the fruit of the trees which the hail had...
Page 193 - O yes, fair sirs," the rascal laughed And his voice rang free and glad, " An idle man has so much to do That he never has time to be sad.
Page 195 - I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle , but disturbing all the family, My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.