Bobbs-Merrill Readers, Volumen2

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The only way to cultivate a taste for good reading is to read--and to enjoy while reading. It is upon this principle that the present texts are based. It provides pupils with a wide variety of literature, of many types, chosen primarily from library records, lists made by children, and teachers observations. The editors guiding question has been, "Does this passage provide a clear window through which boys and girls can look out upon an interesting phase of life?" The stories and poems in each volume are followed by a study section with exercises for vocabulary, comprehension, oral reading proficiency, or essays. These tasks increase in difficulty as the pupil ascends through the levels, and are given as the minimum essentials for pupil guidance. Teachers are free to adapt as necessary to meet the needs of their pupils.

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Página 124 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 153 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed,...
Página 160 - ... me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!...
Página 137 - Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill.
Página 180 - WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 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 60 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits — Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Página 90 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Página 20 - THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN THEEE was a little man and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead ; He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it through the head, head, head.
Página 219 - At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead; They are the little daisies white That dot the meadow of the Night. And often while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the moon will go; It is a lady, sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there; For when at morning I arise, There's not a star left in the skies; She's picked them all, and dropped them down Into the meadows of the town. —Frank...
Página 158 - I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

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