Language Lessons, Parte1American book Company, 1894 |
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... flowers . This is the song of the birds in the bowers , This is the song of the wind in the reeds . Down by the roadside and over the meads , Under the sunshine and under the showers , Scatter in springtime a handful of seeds , And ...
... flowers . This is the song of the birds in the bowers , This is the song of the wind in the reeds . Down by the roadside and over the meads , Under the sunshine and under the showers , Scatter in springtime a handful of seeds , And ...
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... flowers that are under the snow , Waiting to grow ! And think what hosts of queer little seeds , Of flowers and mosses , of ferns and of weeds , Are under the leaves and under the snow , Waiting to grow ! Think of the roots getting ...
... flowers that are under the snow , Waiting to grow ! And think what hosts of queer little seeds , Of flowers and mosses , of ferns and of weeds , Are under the leaves and under the snow , Waiting to grow ! Think of the roots getting ...
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... flowers and the green leaves , which have all been packed inside the buds . Away down in the center of the flower is a little shining green bud , which is a baby cherry . When all the other parts of the flower have withered and dropped ...
... flowers and the green leaves , which have all been packed inside the buds . Away down in the center of the flower is a little shining green bud , which is a baby cherry . When all the other parts of the flower have withered and dropped ...
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... flowers and green leaves when you examined the bud ? Where was the little cherry ? Why does it grow so rapidly after the flower withers ? When will it be ripe and ready for eating ? What work is done by the cherry tree after its fruit ...
... flowers and green leaves when you examined the bud ? Where was the little cherry ? Why does it grow so rapidly after the flower withers ? When will it be ripe and ready for eating ? What work is done by the cherry tree after its fruit ...
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... flowers timidly looked out into this great world . As we came near the woods , the air was filled with smoke , and we could see the flames creeping among the dead leaves on the ground . We stopped our horses and listened . What strange ...
... flowers timidly looked out into this great world . As we came near the woods , the air was filled with smoke , and we could see the flames creeping among the dead leaves on the ground . We stopped our horses and listened . What strange ...
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Language Lessons: Part one-[two], Parte1 Robert Comfort Metcalf,Orville T. Bright Vista de fragmentos - 1894 |
Términos y frases comunes
abbreviations accented syllable Æsop animal answer Barbara Frietchie bees birds brown thrush butterfly called carefully cherry bud Children's Hour comma commit to memory complimentary close COMPOSITION correctly Dear Dictation Exercise different sounds direct quotations eggs flowers following poem following questions following sentences following words given name grandpapa heading honeybee horse INFORMATION EXERCISE INFORMATION LESSON insect James John Quincy Adams learned leaves little girl live look mark meaning memory and recite MEMORY EXERCISE memory the following mother nest Oral Exercise oral sentence paragraphs PHOEBE CARY plants Pronounce the following PRONUNCIATION punctuation queen Read and commit Read the following REPRODUCTION Robin salutation silent letters singing snow spiders stanza statements STORY FROM PICTURE STUDY AND CONVERSATION STUDY OF POEM sweet syllables synonyms taffrail teacher Tell tences There's Three Bells TOPICS FOR STUDY tree vowel vowel sound Write the story written
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Página 124 - A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Página 123 - CHILDREN'S HOUR 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. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting...
Página 124 - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...
Página 64 - Don't meddle! don't touch! little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy! Now I'm glad! now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Página 127 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Página 151 - We get back our mete as we measure — We cannot do wrong and feel right, Nor can we give pain and gain pleasure, For justice avenges each slight.
Página 113 - Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow.
Página 128 - With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles ? Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I...
Página 133 - They gather the elder-bloom white, They find where the dusky grapes purple In the soft-tinted October light. They know where the apples hang ripest, And are sweeter than Italy's wines; They know where the fruit hangs the thickest On the long, thorny blackberry vines.
Página 124 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all!