Lessons in Language for Primary GradesMacmillan Company, 1909 - 217 páginas |
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... beautiful country across the Atlantic Ocean . Here in busy Cheapside you may hear Bow Bells , as Dick Whittington did , long , long ago . What did their merry peal say to him ? all you can . Tell What names of places are given above ...
... beautiful country across the Atlantic Ocean . Here in busy Cheapside you may hear Bow Bells , as Dick Whittington did , long , long ago . What did their merry peal say to him ? all you can . Tell What names of places are given above ...
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... beautiful lady her eyes had ever seen . She beckoned in a friendly way and then lightly tossed five shining knitting needles into the woman's apron . " What a strange gift ! " thought the latter ; " knitting needles . aren't worth very ...
... beautiful lady her eyes had ever seen . She beckoned in a friendly way and then lightly tossed five shining knitting needles into the woman's apron . " What a strange gift ! " thought the latter ; " knitting needles . aren't worth very ...
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... beautiful country . In books you are ays sure of finding pleasant company , the com- y of favorite animal friends , of fairies and other nder - workers , of knights and heroes , and of inter- no little people like yourself 51 EXCURSIONS ...
... beautiful country . In books you are ays sure of finding pleasant company , the com- y of favorite animal friends , of fairies and other nder - workers , of knights and heroes , and of inter- no little people like yourself 51 EXCURSIONS ...
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... beautiful nymph from which orang . II . IRIS , THE MANY - HUED ris , fair goddess of the rainbow , was the fleet mes- er of Queen Juno . She traveled always with the d of the wind , going from one end of the earth to the r , wherever ...
... beautiful nymph from which orang . II . IRIS , THE MANY - HUED ris , fair goddess of the rainbow , was the fleet mes- er of Queen Juno . She traveled always with the d of the wind , going from one end of the earth to the r , wherever ...
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... Beautiful Word Picture Out of the bosom of the Air , Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken , Over the woodlands brown and bare , Over the harvest fields forsaken , Silent , and soft , and slow Descends the snow . -HENRY ...
... Beautiful Word Picture Out of the bosom of the Air , Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken , Over the woodlands brown and bare , Over the harvest fields forsaken , Silent , and soft , and slow Descends the snow . -HENRY ...
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Lessons in Language for Primary Grades Henry Pendexter Emerson,Ida Catherine Bender Vista completa - 1909 |
Lessons in language for primary grades Henry Pendexter Emerson,Ida Catherine Bender Vista completa - 1909 |
Términos y frases comunes
abbreviations Æsop aloud Androcles answer baby beautiful bells bird blow called capital letter cents CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI comma Copy Cornelia dear E. V. Lucas Eugene Field exclamation express fairy flowers following sentences give Goody Two Shoes Grade happy Helios kind of letter King kitten LAND OF STORY-BOOKS Language Reader lesson lion Listen Little brown brother little girl live Look Lullaby means MISS CLINTON mother nest NUTCRACKERS Oral Exercise paragraph person Phaethon Piper pretty proper word questions quotation marks R. L. STEVENSON Read the poem ring ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin season seeds sentences speak sentences tell song sound spelling spoken squirrel stanza story on page T. B. Aldrich Talk teacher Tell the story things thought tree trooper band wind word picture Word Study Write from dictation Write sentences Written Exercise
Pasajes populares
Página 196 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Página 178 - I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, by many a field and fallow, and many a fairy foreland set with willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river; for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, with here a blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and here and there a grayling.
Página 160 - 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.
Página 108 - 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
Página 207 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 29 - Who has seen the wind ? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I : But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Página 74 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 39 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 12 - PETER PIPER picked a peck of pickled peppers; A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Página 178 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.