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... bird continued to feed his mate in this manner , for four months , but her weakness increased every day . At last she was unable to sit on the perch , and remained crouched at the bottom of the cage . Sometimes she tried to get up to ...
... bird continued to feed his mate in this manner , for four months , but her weakness increased every day . At last she was unable to sit on the perch , and remained crouched at the bottom of the cage . Sometimes she tried to get up to ...
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... very hungry . How pretty it is to see him pick up the crumbs , and hop upon the floor , the table and the chairs ! Perhaps , when he is done eating he will sing us a song . But we must not keep him always . Birds do. THE PROGRESSIVE READER ...
... very hungry . How pretty it is to see him pick up the crumbs , and hop upon the floor , the table and the chairs ! Perhaps , when he is done eating he will sing us a song . But we must not keep him always . Birds do. THE PROGRESSIVE READER ...
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... Birds do not like to be shut up in a room , or in a cage . They like to fly about in the air , and to pick up seeds , and to hop about on the grass , and to sing , while perched upon the branches of high trees . And in spring , how busy ...
... Birds do not like to be shut up in a room , or in a cage . They like to fly about in the air , and to pick up seeds , and to hop about on the grass , and to sing , while perched upon the branches of high trees . And in spring , how busy ...
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... BIRDS . Caroline , the favorite child of her mother , had a Canary bird . It sang from morning till evening , and was very handsome . Caroline fed it with seeds and cooling herbs , and now and then she gave it a piece of sugar , and ...
... BIRDS . Caroline , the favorite child of her mother , had a Canary bird . It sang from morning till evening , and was very handsome . Caroline fed it with seeds and cooling herbs , and now and then she gave it a piece of sugar , and ...
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... bird , and wept sore . But the mother bought another one , handsomer than the former , and as fair a songster , and put in the cage . But Caroline wept still more , when she saw the new bird . Her mother was amazed , and said , My dear ...
... bird , and wept sore . But the mother bought another one , handsomer than the former , and as fair a songster , and put in the cage . But Caroline wept still more , when she saw the new bird . Her mother was amazed , and said , My dear ...
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Page 173 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 172 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 173 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 13 - My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother: For they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.
Page 14 - The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.
Page 160 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year...
Page 12 - The sheep rest upon their soft fleeces, and their loud bleating is no more heard amongst the hills. There is no sound of a number of voices, or of children at play, or the trampling of busy feet, and of people hurrying to and fro. The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil ; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter. All men are stretched on their quiet beds ; and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother. Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground ; every eye is shut, and...
Page 12 - There is an eye that never sleepeth ; there is an eye that seeth in the dark night as well as in the bright sunshine. When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon ; when there is no lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling...
Page 160 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 173 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.