Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volumen4American Book Company, 1911 |
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... Bees • The Bee and the Flower The Early Birds - A Dialogue • • • 135 Helen Gray Cone 138 Author Unknown 139 Horace E. Scudder 140 Clinton Scollard 143 Eugene Field 145 Hannah F. Gould 147 Author Unknown 149 · Elihu Burritt 153 Author ...
... Bees • The Bee and the Flower The Early Birds - A Dialogue • • • 135 Helen Gray Cone 138 Author Unknown 139 Horace E. Scudder 140 Clinton Scollard 143 Eugene Field 145 Hannah F. Gould 147 Author Unknown 149 · Elihu Burritt 153 Author ...
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... bee stings through - - Fall it is all that my heart can hold . - The Queen So ! my darlings and pretty dears , You've each a favorite , it appears , Summer and winter and spring and fall — That's the reason I send them all . THE CRIMSON ...
... bee stings through - - Fall it is all that my heart can hold . - The Queen So ! my darlings and pretty dears , You've each a favorite , it appears , Summer and winter and spring and fall — That's the reason I send them all . THE CRIMSON ...
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... bees ' nest – no , it was a yellow jackets ' nest . " " Oh , tell me about it . " " Well , the plow turned the nest over , and the yellow jackets came swarming out and stung the horses . The horses tried to run , but your grandpa held ...
... bees ' nest – no , it was a yellow jackets ' nest . " " Oh , tell me about it . " " Well , the plow turned the nest over , and the yellow jackets came swarming out and stung the horses . The horses tried to run , but your grandpa held ...
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... bees , There were cities , with temples , and towers , and these All pictured in silver sheen . But he did one thing that was hardly fair : He peeped in the cupboard , and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare ; " Now ...
... bees , There were cities , with temples , and towers , and these All pictured in silver sheen . But he did one thing that was hardly fair : He peeped in the cupboard , and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare ; " Now ...
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... bee , That the tender buds were swelling On the old horse - chestnut tree . And the bee shook off its torpor , And it spread each gauzy wing , As it flew to tell the flowers Of the coming of the spring . A I It was a pleasant morning in ...
... bee , That the tender buds were swelling On the old horse - chestnut tree . And the bee shook off its torpor , And it spread each gauzy wing , As it flew to tell the flowers Of the coming of the spring . A I It was a pleasant morning in ...
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Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volumen4 James Baldwin,Ida Catherine Bender Vista completa - 1911 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Alfred Tennyson answered asked Baucis beautiful bees Bertie Big Foot birds Blunder boggart brave brownies Caldon Low Charlot child Clinton Scollard colt corn cried daisy dear door Elihu Burritt Eugene Field EXPRESSION eyes fairy father fire flower FOURTH READER give goat Greta grew ground Gubba happy hear heard Henry Henry W horse Jacquot John Aikin king King Alfred laughed little boy little girl lived Longfellow looked Mary Minnie Mondamin morning mother nest never night Old Owl Orvind Philemon and Baucis Phoebe Cary plow poem Polly pony poor pretty Pronounce queen Raggles Read Richard Henry Lee Robin sailor sitting soon sound Spell story stranger street swarm sweet talk tell things thought told Tommy tree voice warm Watseka whee-ee Whee-oo Willie Boy wind Wishing-Gate Woo Sing woods WORD STUDY
Pasajes populares
Página 246 - Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 125 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 123 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 250 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night...
Página 251 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Loose the freedom of the sod.
Página 147 - The frost looked forth one still, clear night And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight, So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 250 - O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold. Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
Página 148 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things.
Página 248 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 250 - Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall...