[转载]《美国语文》（英文版·Chapter 1）
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LESSON 1
SPRING.
The alder by the river
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
2. The little birds fly over,
And oh, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
That once again
't is Spring.
3. The gay green grass comes creeping
So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
A music clear and sweet.
4. And buttercups are coming,
And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.
5. And just as many daisies
As their soft hands can hold,
The little ones may gather,
All fair in white and gold.
6. Here blows the warm red clover,
There peeps the violet blue;
Oh, happy little children!
God made them all for you.
--Celia Thaxter.
LESSON 2. A SUMMER DAY
1. This is the way the morning dawns:
Rosy tints on flowers and trees,
Winds that wake the birds and bees,
Dewdrops on the fields and lawns--
This is the way the morning dawns.
2. This is the way the sun comes up:
Gold on brook and glossy leaves,
Mist that melts above the
sheaves,
Vine, and rose, and buttercup--
This is the way the sun comes up.
3. This is the way the river flows:
Here a whirl, and there a dance;
Slowly now, then, like a lance,
Swiftly to the sea it goes--
This is the way the river flows.
4. This is the way the rain comes down:
Tinkle, tinkle, drop by drop,
Over roof and chimney top;
Boughs that bend, and skies that frown--
This is the way the rain comes down.
5. This is the way the birdie sings:
'Baby birdies in the nest,
You I surely love the best;
Over you I fold my wings'--
This is the way the birdie sings.
6. This is the way the daylight dies:
Cows are lowing in the lane,
Fireflies wink on hill and plain;
Yellow, red, and purple skies--
This is the way the daylight dies.
George Cooper.
LESSON 3. THE CLOUDS
1.
'Clouds that wander through the sky, Sometimes low and sometimes
high;
In the darkness of the night,
In the sunshine warm and bright.
Ah! I wonder much if you
Have any useful work to do.'
2.
'Yes, we're busy night and day,
As o'er the earth we take our way.
We are bearers of the rain
To the grasses, and flowers, and grain;
We guard you from the sun's bright rays,
In the sultry summer days.'
LESSON 4. THE WIND AND THE LEAVES.
'Come, little leaves,' said the wind one day.
'Come o'er the meadows 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, we've been friends so long;
Little brook, sing us your farewell song,--
Say you are sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.
'Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade;
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?'
Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content.
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
--George
Cooper.
LESSON 5 The Little Star
1. Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!
2. When the blazing sun is set,
And the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light;
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
3. Then, if I wore in the dark,
I would thank you for your spark.
I could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
4. And when I am sound asleep,
Oft you through my window peep;
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
LESSON 6. WHAT THE LEAF SAID.
1. Once or twice a little leaf was heard to cry and sigh, as
leaves often do, when a gentle wind is blowing. And the twig said,
'What is the matter, little leaf?'
2. 'The wind,' said the leaf, 'just told me that one day it would
pull me off, and throw me on the ground to die.'
3. The twig told it to the branch, and the branch told it to the
tree. When the tree heard it, it rustled all over, and sent word
back to the trembling leaf.
4. 'Do not be afraid,' it said; 'hold on tight, and you shall not
go off till you are ready.'
5. So the leaf stopped sighing, and went on singing and rustling.
It grew all the summer long till October. And when the bright days
of autumn came, the leaf saw all the leaves around growing very
beautiful.
6. Some were yellow, some were brown, and many were striped with
different colors. Then the leaf asked the tree what this meant.
7. The tree said, 'All these leaves are getting ready to fly away,
and they have put on these colors because of their joy.'
8. Then the little leaf began to want to go, and grew very
beautiful in thinking of it. When it was gay in colors, it saw that
the branches of the tree had no bright colors on them.
9. So the leaf said, 'O branch! why are you lead-colored while we
are all beautiful and golden?'
10. 'We must keep on our working clothes,' said the tree, 'for our
work is not yet done; but your clothes are for holidays, because
your task is now over.'
11. Just then a little puff of wind came, and the leaf let go
without thinking, and the wind took it up and turned it over and
over.
12. Then it fell gently down under the edge of the fence, among
hundreds of leaves, and has never waked to tell us what it dreamed
about.
LESSON 7. EVENING HYMN.
1. Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
2. Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep;
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
3. Through the lonely darkness,
May the angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
LESSON 8. A SNOWSTORM.
1. Last night, the cold north wind blew great snow clouds over the
sky. Not a star, not a bit of blue sky could be seen.
2. Soon the tiny flakes floated softly down, like flocks of little
white birds. Faster and faster they came, till they filled the air.
They made no noise, but they were busy all night long.
3. They covered all the ground with a soft, white carpet. They
hung beautiful plumes on the tall, green firs. The little bushes,
they put to sleep in warm nightgowns and caps.
4. They hid the paths so that the boys might have the fun of
digging new ones. They turned the old picket fence into a row of
soldiers, and the gate posts into captains, with tall white hats
on.
5. The old corn basket that was left out by the barn,
upside down, they made into a cunning little snow house with a
round roof.
6. When the busy little flakes had done their work, the sun came
up to see what they had been about.
7. He must have been pleased with what he saw, for he smiled such
a bright, sweet smile, that the whole white world sparkled as if it
were made of little stars.
8. Who would have thought that the black clouds could hide the
little fairies that made the earth so beautiful!
LESSON 9. THE LITTLE RILL.
1. Run, run, thou tiny rill;
Run, and turn the village mill;
Run, and fill the deep, clear pool
In the woodland's shade so cool,
Where the sheep love best to stray
In the sultry summer day;
Where the wild birds bathe and drink,
And the wild flowers fringe the brink.
2. Run, run, thou tiny rill,
Round the rocks, and down the hill;
Sing to every child like me;
The birds will join you, full of glee:
And we will listen to the song
You sing, your rippling course along.
LESSON 10. BIRDIE'S MORNING SONG.
1. Wake up, little darling, the birdies are
out,
And here you are still in your nest!
The laziest birdie is hopping about;
You ought to be up with the rest.
Wake up, little darling, wake up!
2. Oh, see what you miss when you
slumber so long--
The dewdrops, the beautiful sky!
I can not sing half what you lose in my song;
And yet, not a word in reply.
Wake up, little darling, wake up!
3. I've sung myself quite out of patience with you,
While mother bends o'er your dear head;
Now birdie has done all that birdie can do:
Her kisses will wake you instead!
Wake up, little darling, wake up!
George Cooper.
LESSON 11. MARCH
1. In the snowing and the blowing,
In the cruel sleet,
Little flowers begin their growing
Far beneath our feet.
2. Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly,--
'Darlings, are you here?'
Till they answer, 'We are nearly,
Nearly ready, dear.'
3. 'Where is Winter, with his snowing?
Tell us, Spring,' they say.
Then she answers, 'He is going,
Going on his way.
4. 'Poor old Winter does not love you;
But his time is past;
Soon my birds shall sing above you;--
Set you free at last.'
Mary Mapes Dodge.
LESSON 12. JOHNNY'S FIRST SNOWSTORM.
1. Johnny Reed was a little boy who never had seen a
snowstorm till he was six years old.
Before this, he had lived in a warm country, where the sun shines
down on beautiful orange groves, and fields always
