Melodic Third Reader, كتاب 3American Book Company, 1906 - 192 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 30
... wild de - light , slower . " For the And the All the chilly breeze is old tree looked so - lit - call ing , And the year lonely , That was once tle leaves grew weary , And they wan - is growing old . the wood - land's pride . dered back ...
... wild de - light , slower . " For the And the All the chilly breeze is old tree looked so - lit - call ing , And the year lonely , That was once tle leaves grew weary , And they wan - is growing old . the wood - land's pride . dered back ...
الصفحة 44
... wild ! mor - row Dawn'd with that in fant's birth ! - state , sore . Of mon - arch proud and great , But these the Saviour bore , Ne'er yet was re gal Our sins were great and loud . Who grasp'd a na -tion's fate , So And God was wroth ...
... wild ! mor - row Dawn'd with that in fant's birth ! - state , sore . Of mon - arch proud and great , But these the Saviour bore , Ne'er yet was re gal Our sins were great and loud . Who grasp'd a na -tion's fate , So And God was wroth ...
الصفحة 58
... wild , With the stars to guide his mark ! wing , Of a stag that o'er I - way , Of may a chief his warriors lead - ing , Of arch - er's green - wood the mountain Goes bounding in his fol low some wild riv er Where no trim sail glee , Of ...
... wild , With the stars to guide his mark ! wing , Of a stag that o'er I - way , Of may a chief his warriors lead - ing , Of arch - er's green - wood the mountain Goes bounding in his fol low some wild riv er Where no trim sail glee , Of ...
الصفحة 61
... , to see f Arthur , Whilst roving in the wild- wood " I wish I were my fa · ther ! " run , • " Ah , me ! " exclaims the fa - ther , I wish I were my son ! " MY SHIP AND I. the captain of sail - ing Mel . Third Rd . 61.
... , to see f Arthur , Whilst roving in the wild- wood " I wish I were my fa · ther ! " run , • " Ah , me ! " exclaims the fa - ther , I wish I were my son ! " MY SHIP AND I. the captain of sail - ing Mel . Third Rd . 61.
الصفحة 97
... wild birds have their 2. Far be - neath me is spread the valley , Where the silver streamlets 3. Nature's beau - ties are seen a- - round me , All un fetter'd is the - 4 2 dle their moments squan - der , - ly , With the Shy - ly World ...
... wild birds have their 2. Far be - neath me is spread the valley , Where the silver streamlets 3. Nature's beau - ties are seen a- - round me , All un fetter'd is the - 4 2 dle their moments squan - der , - ly , With the Shy - ly World ...
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a-way beat birds blow blue bove boys breeze bright CARL REINECKE Carol cheer child Christ-mas-time Chromatic clap cres DANIEL PROTHEROE dear Ding Dong dream earth ev'r ev'ry fair FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY flow'r FOREST SONG FRANZ ABT FRANZ SCHUBERT glad gold GRANVILLE BANTOCK H. L. HEARTZ hail Hark hear heart heigh hur-rah intervals klang kling la la la light lit tle Little Jack Frost Lord loud louder lu jah melodies Merrily minor scale Minor Seconds moon morn-ing moth night o'er quarter note R. L. STEVENSON rest ring-ing ROBERT SCHUMANN round sail scale written shine Sing high sing low sleep Sleigh slower Slowly smiles Soft softly Solfeggio song Spring Study sweet thee THOMAS HOOD Thou thro tion tone tree voice whistle wind wings नॅ नै नै नै
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الصفحة 189 - ry moun - tain side Let free - dom ring ! tem -pled hills: My heart with rap - ture thrills Like that a - bove. breathe par-take; Let rocks their si - lence break, The sound pro- long, ho - ly light; Pro - tect us by thy might, Great God, our King! \ Q»n — ir~ 1 — П F 1 Г J — 1 H f* i 1 /T^ti \ КПГ4 — a ¿— — J — -±-— ¡===¿r-:« i — ¿-^= Ц — 7 J ] 1 . My coun 2.
الصفحة 169 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys. While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
الصفحة 177 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
الصفحة 64 - Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies! Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies!
الصفحة 98 - 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.
الصفحة 7 - LITTLE fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed She waves her wand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head. And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish...
الصفحة 127 - EVERY night my prayers I say, And get my dinner every day ; And every day that I've been good, I get an orange after food. The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure — Or else his dear papa is poor.
الصفحة 27 - Heigh ho ! He dances and sings To the sound of his wings With a hey and a heigh and a ho. Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho ! As the light-headed fairy ? heigh ho, Heigh ho ! His nectar he sips From the primroses' lips With a hey and a heigh and a ho.
الصفحة 66 - The brown thrush sings to his meek brown wife Who broods below on her nest: " Of all the world and of all my life T is you I love the best! " But the baby moon is wide awake, And its eyes are shining bright; The pines in their arms this moon must take And rock him to sleep to-night. V. THE CHIME. SOFTLY swinging to and fro, Harebells tinkle, sweet and low !. All the world is fast asleep, Birds and folks and woolly sheep; Far...
الصفحة 66 - IV. A CRADLE-SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND. THE pines have gathered upon the hill To watch for the old-new moon ; I hear their murmuring — " Hush, be still ! 'Tis coming — coming soon ! " The brown thrush sings to his meek brown wife Who broods below on her nest : " Of all the world and of all my life T is you I love the best ! " But the baby moon is wide awake, And its eyes are shining bright ; The pines in their arms this moon must take And rock him to sleep to-night. V. THE CHIME. SOFTLY swinging...