Hazen's Primer and First-[fifth] Reader, كتاب 3Sheldon, 1895 |
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... WINTER 7. MAKING HAY . PAGE 67 70 72 74 1280 76 79 888 82 86 89 92 95 98 100 103 106 109 114 116 120 123 126 128 147 150 134 137 141 146 45. GOOD READING ( Part VII . ) 158 73. INTRODUCTION . OUTLINE CONTENTS SONANTS TIONS . DRILL ON ...
... WINTER 7. MAKING HAY . PAGE 67 70 72 74 1280 76 79 888 82 86 89 92 95 98 100 103 106 109 114 116 120 123 126 128 147 150 134 137 141 146 45. GOOD READING ( Part VII . ) 158 73. INTRODUCTION . OUTLINE CONTENTS SONANTS TIONS . DRILL ON ...
الصفحة 46
... WINTER . 1. Baby at the window stood , Leaving all her play , And , with pouting lips and frown , Thus I heard her say : 2. " Naughty , naughty winter ! Will you never go ? All the pretty walks are spoiled , Covered up with snow . 3 . 4 ...
... WINTER . 1. Baby at the window stood , Leaving all her play , And , with pouting lips and frown , Thus I heard her say : 2. " Naughty , naughty winter ! Will you never go ? All the pretty walks are spoiled , Covered up with snow . 3 . 4 ...
الصفحة 47
... single flower is left In my. " All the birds are scared away But the chickadees ; And they shiver on the boughs Of the cold , bare trees . 15. " Then , of course , " said the. NURSE WINTER . 47 THE BOYS OF THE REVOLU- TION.
... single flower is left In my. " All the birds are scared away But the chickadees ; And they shiver on the boughs Of the cold , bare trees . 15. " Then , of course , " said the. NURSE WINTER . 47 THE BOYS OF THE REVOLU- TION.
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... Winter Is your good nurse , too . " Nurse as well to all the flowers ; They were glad to creep Underneath my bedclothes white For a good long sleep . " All the trees put off their clothes , Brave and bright of hue , Standing up to take ...
... Winter Is your good nurse , too . " Nurse as well to all the flowers ; They were glad to creep Underneath my bedclothes white For a good long sleep . " All the trees put off their clothes , Brave and bright of hue , Standing up to take ...
الصفحة 51
... winter . 6. There are many kinds of hay . In New England the farmers speak of their meadow hay , their English hay , and their salt hay . 7. There are several kinds of English hay . This grows on the higher land , while the meadow hay ...
... winter . 6. There are many kinds of hay . In New England the farmers speak of their meadow hay , their English hay , and their salt hay . 7. There are several kinds of English hay . This grows on the higher land , while the meadow hay ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alice aloud animals Arthur Hastings asked Baldwin apple beautiful beets biped birds boys called cipher Circumflex Columbus diphthong emphasis expression eyes fable falling inflection fast father flowers Frost Giants fruit full breath garden give the sense grass ground grow Harry ideas Jamie Jonas kind land larvæ Lazyland letters live look loud louder Lullaby Land marks Martha Mary meant melons mother naturally nest never nutmeg paragraph Parsnips pitch plant playmate pleasant pretty pupils quadrupeds rain rhetorical pause rising inflection Rollo roots rosebush salsify seed sentence Sepals sing slowly snow soft sparrow speak stanza story sure syllables talking Teacher tell things thistles thought to-day tone tree turnips unmarked voice vowel vowel sounds weeds winter wolf wood words
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 200 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
الصفحة 228 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
الصفحة 228 - When thou, for all thy gold, so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book.
الصفحة 227 - DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas, Nor wrinkled the...
الصفحة 282 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 34 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
الصفحة 38 - And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam: We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home.
الصفحة 35 - The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it; The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it. And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well!
الصفحة 274 - Bell," said she. Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks, Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks. " Bonny bird," quoth she, " Sing me your best song, before I go." " Here's the very finest song I know, Little Bell," said he. And the blackbird piped ; you never heard Half so gay a song from any bird, — Full of quips and wiles, Now so round and rich, now soft and slow, All for love of that sweet face below, Dimpled o'er with smiles.
الصفحة xxvii - My father's trade! by heaven, that's too bad! My father's trade? Why, blockhead, are you mad? My father, sir, did never stoop so low — He was a gentleman, I'd have you know.