The Riverside Readers, كتاب 3Houghton Mifflin, 1911 Reading is one of mankind's delights, and a main source of information. The approach to a reading lesson must focus the pupil's attention upon the central thought, to find in the thought an expression of her needs, desires, and interests. New ideas, or reorganization of familiar ideas, form the basis of informational reading, and these readers take advantage of the pupil's curiosity, and the impetus to share observations. Word work, in the form of vocabulary all must learn, augmented by a complete vocabulary appropriate to strong learners, are basic to these readers. Word recognition is enhanced by context relation, repetition, and phonic drills. Ideas for expressive reading and varied activities are also given. |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
answered asked beautiful began birds Blynken Brother Bear's Brother Drouth Brother Fox Brother Wolf's castle corn crab cried crow Dabrunka dance ears Elsa eyes fairy field mice fir tree fire Forest Full gate golden grew ground grow Hamaguchi hand happy HARE hear heard HEDGEHOG hill hill-man Hofus horn Katrenka king King Solomon knights Lady laughed Little brown brother little elves little girl little Hiawatha little pig little princess lived locust looked lord medicine-men moon morning mother never Nokomis old woman OLIVER HERFORD palace Partridge Peasant Truth PHONOGRAMS princess purse Queen Queen of Sheba Red Fox ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SECOND CITIZEN SECOND STORY-TELLER Sha-ko-ka shield shoemaker shoes sing Sir Roland song squirrels Stavoren stood story tell things thought told Tortoise Turtle Uncle Rain walk warriors White Rabbit wife WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS wind wonderful wrens
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 173 - Mudway-aushka! said the water. Saw the firefly, Wah-wah-taysee, Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes; And he sang the song of children, Sang the song Nokomis taught him: "Wah-wah-taysee, little firefly, Little, flitting, white-fire insect, Little, dancing, white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle, Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!
الصفحة 175 - When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest, "What is that?" he cried in terror; "What is that," he said, "Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered: "That is but the owl and owlet, Talking in their native language, Talking, scolding at each other.
الصفحة 170 - For the Lord is a great God, And a great King above all gods. In his hand are the deep places of the earth : The strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it : And his hands formed the dry land.
الصفحة 198 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings.
الصفحة 176 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them " Hiawatha's Chickens." 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...
الصفحة 188 - At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink...
الصفحة 174 - Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
الصفحة 172 - Lulled him into slumber, singing, " Ewa-yea ! my little owlet ! Who is this, that lights the wigwam ? With his great eyes lights the wigwam ? Ewa-yea ! my little owlet ! " Many things Nokomis taught him Of the stars that shine in heaven ; Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses ; Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, Warriors with their plumes and war-clubs...
الصفحة 92 - WHERE GO THE BOATS? DARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home?
الصفحة 20 - THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter — maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gaily he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse — " Good gracious me! " Where is my toadstool...