Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volumen4American Book Company, 1911 |
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... speaking very loud , and climbing a little way up the cliff . " I think it is such a pretty goat . I like it ever so much . Won't you give it to me ? ” " No , indeed , I won't . " He stopped and looked up . Marit was now sitting close ...
... speaking very loud , and climbing a little way up the cliff . " I think it is such a pretty goat . I like it ever so much . Won't you give it to me ? ” " No , indeed , I won't . " He stopped and looked up . Marit was now sitting close ...
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... speak . II Orvind had taken care of the goat ever since it was a tiny kid by its mother's side . He had never once thought of losing it . But now it was gone for- ever , and he would not see it again . His mother was coming from the ...
... speak . II Orvind had taken care of the goat ever since it was a tiny kid by its mother's side . He had never once thought of losing it . But now it was gone for- ever , and he would not see it again . His mother was coming from the ...
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... speak- ing to her . " I once grew by the side of my mother in a beauti- ful garden , " the flower seemed to say . " I was very happy there with all my brothers and sisters . " " Then how did you come to be growing in our stony street ...
... speak- ing to her . " I once grew by the side of my mother in a beauti- ful garden , " the flower seemed to say . " I was very happy there with all my brothers and sisters . " " Then how did you come to be growing in our stony street ...
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... speak The cheese must fall from her beak , - So , politely , then , the fox began : " " Tis a very fine day ; 99 ( Not a word did she say ) ; " The wind , I believe , ma'am , is south ; By Jane Taylor . 99 A fine harvest for peas . " He ...
... speak The cheese must fall from her beak , - So , politely , then , the fox began : " " Tis a very fine day ; 99 ( Not a word did she say ) ; " The wind , I believe , ma'am , is south ; By Jane Taylor . 99 A fine harvest for peas . " He ...
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... Speak each word distinctly , and do not run two words to- gether . Practice speaking the following : once ventured ; har- vest for peas ; voice must be fine ; scarce gives one squall . 66 RIDING ON A PLOW 1 ' Papa , " 45.
... Speak each word distinctly , and do not run two words to- gether . Practice speaking the following : once ventured ; har- vest for peas ; voice must be fine ; scarce gives one squall . 66 RIDING ON A PLOW 1 ' Papa , " 45.
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Reading with Expression: First-- Reader, Volumen4 James Baldwin,Ida Catherine Bender Vista completa - 1911 |
Reading with Expression: First(-Eighth) Reader James Baldwin, PhD,Ida C Bender Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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...