The Eaton Readers: First-[fifth] reader

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Isabel Moore
Eaton & Company, 1906
 

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Page 106 - Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers.
Page 54 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Page 102 - There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, There are souls that are pure and true ; Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you.
Page 53 - Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard ! Heap high the golden corn ! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn ! Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine ; We better love the hardy gift Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest-fields with snow.
Page 33 - OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER. SUNS and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather, When loud the bumble-bee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant, And golden-rod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant ; When gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the morning...
Page 9 - The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down ; The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun ; The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow nook, And asters by the brookside Make asters in the brook; From dewy lanes at morning The grapes...
Page 104 - YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 33 - October's Bright Blue Weather O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather...
Page 152 - Let little hands bring blossoms sweet To brave men lying low ; Let little hearts to soldiers dead Their love and honor show. We'll love the flag they loved so well, The dear old banner bright ; We'll love the land for which they fell With soul and strength and might.
Page 54 - But let the good old crop adorn The hills our fathers trod ; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our thanks to God ! 1847.

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