 Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, "Come o'er the meadows with me and play, Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ;...  A First[-fifth] Reader - Стр. 86авторы: Jenny H. Stickney - 1888Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1876 - Страниц: 396
...me, and play; Put on your dresses of red and gold : Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew : — " Cricket,... | |
 | Charles Herman Allen, John Swett, Josiah Royce - 1883 - Страниц: 252
...me, and play. Put on your dress of red and gold; Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." 2. Soon as the Leaves heard the Wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. 3. "Cricket, good-by,... | |
 | Gertrude Annie Walker - 1887 - Страниц: 128
...К ^ fff •?" »J ц 1 __" ^_U COME, LITTLE LEAVES. George Cooper. Margaret P. Osgood. 2. Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. 3. "Cricket, good-bye,... | |
 | 1888 - Страниц: 488
...with me and play; Put on your dress of red and gold : Summer is gone and the days grow cold." Soon as the Leaves heard the Wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew. Singing the soft little songs they knew. " Dear little... | |
 | C. C. Long - 1889 - Страниц: 108
...and play; Put on your dress of red and gold, — Summer is gone, and the days grow cold. " Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. ' ' Cricket,... | |
 | 1889 - Страниц: 254
...meadows with me Put on your dress of red and gold ; Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the Leaves heard the Wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and " Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long! Little Brook,... | |
 | Emma J. Todd, W. B. Powell - 1891 - Страниц: 234
...i " Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, " Come over the meadows with me, and play; Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew,— " Cricket,... | |
 | 1893 - Страниц: 1072
...with me and play. Put on your dress of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold." Soon as the Leaves heard the Wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. "Cricket, good-by,... | |
 | 1895 - Страниц: 328
...me, and play ; Put on your dresses of red and gold ; Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. " Cricket, good-bye,... | |
 | 1895 - Страниц: 328
...me, and play ; Put on your dresses of red and gold ; Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. " Cricket, good-bye,... | |
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