Primer First (-Fourth, Sixth) reader |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 28 találatból.
5. oldal
... bird , Tothe , Blackwood 51 124 · Hagedorn 17 + Lesson , A Liberty , Love of . Anon . 74 121 · Hemans 90 Children of Langdale Pikes , The . 114 Chinese Fishing - Birds + Conscience + Conscience , The Bad , Anon . Dandie , The Dog . + ...
... bird , Tothe , Blackwood 51 124 · Hagedorn 17 + Lesson , A Liberty , Love of . Anon . 74 121 · Hemans 90 Children of Langdale Pikes , The . 114 Chinese Fishing - Birds + Conscience + Conscience , The Bad , Anon . Dandie , The Dog . + ...
11. oldal
... bird sings in the mornings , and no shepherd blows his horn at noon , and if any bird show itself it is not the swallow which tells that summer is coming , nor the lark that makes one sing when out in the meadow in the golden sun- shine ...
... bird sings in the mornings , and no shepherd blows his horn at noon , and if any bird show itself it is not the swallow which tells that summer is coming , nor the lark that makes one sing when out in the meadow in the golden sun- shine ...
12. oldal
... birds were left , and the sun shone calmly above . All this passed through the thoughts of both of them . But below them the waves rushed and splashed against the sides of the ship . And as they dwelt on these things in their hearts ...
... birds were left , and the sun shone calmly above . All this passed through the thoughts of both of them . But below them the waves rushed and splashed against the sides of the ship . And as they dwelt on these things in their hearts ...
14. oldal
... birds that are singing On each green , tender bough . With what content and merriment Their days are spent , whose minds are bent To follow the useful plough ! DICTATION . To live in the country is sweet , when it is neither too hot nor ...
... birds that are singing On each green , tender bough . With what content and merriment Their days are spent , whose minds are bent To follow the useful plough ! DICTATION . To live in the country is sweet , when it is neither too hot nor ...
24. oldal
... bird rises singing from its nest at dawn ? What kind of a nest has the lark ? What should we learn from the lark ? In what are we to be like the dove ? What does faithful mean ? What does constant mean ? What does the flight of the ...
... bird rises singing from its nest at dawn ? What kind of a nest has the lark ? What should we learn from the lark ? In what are we to be like the dove ? What does faithful mean ? What does constant mean ? What does the flight of the ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Agnes ants bear beautiful bees birds blossom blue meadow breast brings called candles carrion crow chidden coal cold comes cows creature creeping everywhere cried DICTATION DICTATION.-The door eagle earth ELLIPTICAL LESSON fall father feet fire flowers fly away home foolish forecastle George Stephenson give Grasmere green Grethel grow guest heard heart hens hills Horatio Nelson iron jollyboat kind king ladybird lark leaves little Robin Redbreast live look melted morning mother mountain nest never night peasants plants Pompey poor QUESTIONS.-What rises round Sarah Green seeds sheep shepherd shilling shining singing sleep smell snow soda song spermaceti Spring steam stone summer sweet tallow tell things thought threepence TOM GREEN took tortoise tree violet wind Winter wolf wonder wood
Népszerű szakaszok
121. oldal - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
106. oldal - I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
23. oldal - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ?—Doane. humble sphere crystal floating careering relying nestling unplumes friendship WHAT is that, mother ? The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere,. To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? The dove,...
96. oldal - TO-WHIT ! to-whit, to-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? Not I said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I never do; I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do ! Bob-o-link, bob-o-link!
79. oldal - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet; Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses ; Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
106. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
98. oldal - Don't ask me again, Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean.
129. oldal - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet, Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part, — Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
90. oldal - CALL my brother back to me ; I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ?
14. oldal - A COUNTRY life is sweet ! In moderate cold and heat, To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair, In every field of wheat, The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers, And every meadow's brow ; So that I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in gray, And follow the useful plough.