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6. oldal
... Violet , The Anon . 76 Swallows 72 Ten Friends 78 Tom Green . 7 Trees , The Leaves of the * Unfolding the Flocks Dr. W. Hooker 92 + Violet , The Roving Förster 48 What is that , Mother ? Doane 23 + Winter and Spring , The Strife between ...
... Violet , The Anon . 76 Swallows 72 Ten Friends 78 Tom Green . 7 Trees , The Leaves of the * Unfolding the Flocks Dr. W. Hooker 92 + Violet , The Roving Förster 48 What is that , Mother ? Doane 23 + Winter and Spring , The Strife between ...
46. oldal
... violet 46 PUBLIC SCHOOL SERIES . VOCABULARY 149-160 +Sparrows, The Two Anon 131 †Spring, Anon †Violet, Anon 76.
... violet 46 PUBLIC SCHOOL SERIES . VOCABULARY 149-160 +Sparrows, The Two Anon 131 †Spring, Anon †Violet, Anon 76.
47. oldal
... violet , modestly waiting under the hedge , was full of fragrance and sweet juices . QUESTIONS . - What season was it ? What signs of spring showed themselves ? What creature waked ? How long had he slept ? What is the bee ? What did ...
... violet , modestly waiting under the hedge , was full of fragrance and sweet juices . QUESTIONS . - What season was it ? What signs of spring showed themselves ? What creature waked ? How long had he slept ? What is the bee ? What did ...
48. oldal
Public school series. THE ROVING VIOLET . - Förster . proposed wandering remaining trickle direction mountain A LITTLE violet grew by a stream in the valley . But it began to think within itself , after a time , " It is hardly worth ...
Public school series. THE ROVING VIOLET . - Förster . proposed wandering remaining trickle direction mountain A LITTLE violet grew by a stream in the valley . But it began to think within itself , after a time , " It is hardly worth ...
49. oldal
... violet's last words : it sank down and died . If you dwell in safety and ease in the valley , take care how you leave it . DICTATION . All the wanderings of the violet did it no good . It was in safety and ease in the valley , and ...
... violet's last words : it sank down and died . If you dwell in safety and ease in the valley , take care how you leave it . DICTATION . All the wanderings of the violet did it no good . It was in safety and ease in the valley , and ...
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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.