A sixth readerWheeler Publishing Company, 1919 |
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... lost interest and has acquired a settled dislike for the selection . Knowledge of the meanings of the unknown words is part of the material necessary to the child before he attempts to read the selec- tion , not afterwards . Therefore ...
... lost interest and has acquired a settled dislike for the selection . Knowledge of the meanings of the unknown words is part of the material necessary to the child before he attempts to read the selec- tion , not afterwards . Therefore ...
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... lost . A poet , or in fact any worth - while writer , is a seer , an interpreter . He helps us to see what we cannot see without his aid . The eyes of most persons look at their environment , but do not see it . The poet teaches us how ...
... lost . A poet , or in fact any worth - while writer , is a seer , an interpreter . He helps us to see what we cannot see without his aid . The eyes of most persons look at their environment , but do not see it . The poet teaches us how ...
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... Lost " from " Rolf in the Woods , ” by Ernest Thompson Seton ; The Page Company for " Red Fox , " by Charles G. D. Roberts , and " The Wandering Cyclone , " by Laura E. Richards ; Harper Brothers for " Driving Home the Cows , " by Kate ...
... Lost " from " Rolf in the Woods , ” by Ernest Thompson Seton ; The Page Company for " Red Fox , " by Charles G. D. Roberts , and " The Wandering Cyclone , " by Laura E. Richards ; Harper Brothers for " Driving Home the Cows , " by Kate ...
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... THE RAINY DAY COSETTE • THE WANDERING CYCLONE ROLF GETS LOST . · Victor Hugo . Thomas Bailey Aldrich Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Laura E. Richards . Ernest Thompson Seton . • 13 PAGE THE OLD WASH PLACE . DRIVING HOME THE 121.
... THE RAINY DAY COSETTE • THE WANDERING CYCLONE ROLF GETS LOST . · Victor Hugo . Thomas Bailey Aldrich Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Laura E. Richards . Ernest Thompson Seton . • 13 PAGE THE OLD WASH PLACE . DRIVING HOME THE 121.
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... lost he should do so , but he was killed on his way by a bullet , and the others went on with the combat . Near the entrance to the church stood a great figure swinging a clubbed rifle . His raccoon skin cap was 15 lost , and his eyes ...
... lost he should do so , but he was killed on his way by a bullet , and the others went on with the combat . Near the entrance to the church stood a great figure swinging a clubbed rifle . His raccoon skin cap was 15 lost , and his eyes ...
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Alamo baby bairnies barefoot boy Battle of Blenheim began bird C. E. Brock Charles G. D. Roberts child Cosette cows cried cuddle doon dark dead dear Dilly Bal dream eyes fire fireplace following words GEORGE ELIOT godmother gold gray grew hand happy head hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW imagine JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King knew landlady laughed lines little boy little girl little Prince live looked Mexican morning mother never night Nomansland nurse Old Aunt Mary's old woman picture play poem poet poor little Prince Dolor QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS Read aloud Red Fox Rolf seemed seen Silas Marner sing sleep snow Snow-Bound song stanza Steam SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION sweet tell Texan things thought traveling cloak tree turned uncle voice wall wind wonderful wood
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179 ページ - 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.
95 ページ - So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!
337 ページ - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
398 ページ - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil!
386 ページ - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
336 ページ - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke : "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone — The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
97 ページ - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
387 ページ - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
110 ページ - As one who held herself a part Of all she saw, and let her heart Against the household bosom lean, Upon the motley-braided mat Our youngest and our dearest sat, Lifting her large, sweet, asking eyes, Now bathed within the fadeless green And holy peace of Paradise.
397 ページ - 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.