Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader, 4. könyvMacmillan, 1917 The Everyday classics are a series of school readers basued upon a valid principle and a vital need. The principle is that there is a considerable body of good literature which is simple enough to be understood and enjoyed by children. It is of good value to read stories like these childhood to be retained as an influence upon one's on attitude towards life. The need for such a series is seen in the fact that many children are put in touch with so little of this common heritage. |
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9. oldal
... HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN HEIDI'S RETURN TO THE MOUNTAIN THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH JACKANAPES AND THE PONY A CITY BOY AMONG THE INDIANS THE SKATING RACE · Eliot 213 • Hugo . 227 Spyri . 243 • • Spyri . 255 265 269 White 286 • Dodge ...
... HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN HEIDI'S RETURN TO THE MOUNTAIN THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH JACKANAPES AND THE PONY A CITY BOY AMONG THE INDIANS THE SKATING RACE · Eliot 213 • Hugo . 227 Spyri . 243 • • Spyri . 255 265 269 White 286 • Dodge ...
236. oldal
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. COSETTE AND HER BIG FRIEND . HEIDI COMES HOME AGAIN . 236.
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. COSETTE AND HER BIG FRIEND . HEIDI COMES HOME AGAIN . 236.
242. oldal
... of the year was it ? 4. This story is taken from a famous French book , Les Miserables ( La Mē'zer ä'bl ) , which means the unhappy , or the unfortunate . HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN Heidi is a little 242 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
... of the year was it ? 4. This story is taken from a famous French book , Les Miserables ( La Mē'zer ä'bl ) , which means the unhappy , or the unfortunate . HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN Heidi is a little 242 EVERYDAY CLASSICS.
243. oldal
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN Heidi is a little Swiss girl , whose father and mother are dead . She is brought to her old grandfather who is living alone up on the ...
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. HEIDI'S FIRST DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN Heidi is a little Swiss girl , whose father and mother are dead . She is brought to her old grandfather who is living alone up on the ...
244. oldal
... Heidi ran toward the old man to say good - morning to him and the goats . " Would you like to go with them up to the pasture ? " he asked . There was nothing that Heidi would have liked better , and she danced up and down for joy at the ...
... Heidi ran toward the old man to say good - morning to him and the goats . " Would you like to go with them up to the pasture ? " he asked . There was nothing that Heidi would have liked better , and she danced up and down for joy at the ...
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Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, 7. könyv Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, 7. könyv Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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151. oldal - No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red: They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day: — Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
103. oldal - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
50. oldal - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
267. oldal - 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 ! ENDYMION.
333. oldal - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
11. oldal - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
123. oldal - All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
183. oldal - Thus refreshed, I walked again up the street, which by this time had many clean-dressed people in it, who were all walking the same way. I joined them, and thereby was led into the great meeting-house of the Quakers near the market. I sat down among them, and, after looking round...
265. oldal - 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.
143. oldal - Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.