Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader, Bücher 4Macmillan, 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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... FISH I DIDN'T CATCH A Boy's SONG THE WIND IN A FROLIC BROWNIE ON THE ICE · THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL TOM AND THE LOBSTER THE DAFFODILS · THREE POEMS OF THE SEA . THE FOUNTAIN THE NEW YEAR • THE BROWN THRUSH JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ...
... FISH I DIDN'T CATCH A Boy's SONG THE WIND IN A FROLIC BROWNIE ON THE ICE · THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL TOM AND THE LOBSTER THE DAFFODILS · THREE POEMS OF THE SEA . THE FOUNTAIN THE NEW YEAR • THE BROWN THRUSH JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ...
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... fish before his eyes ; Where in jungles , near and far , Man - devouring tigers are , Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near , Or a comer - by be seen Swinging in a palanquin ; Where among the desert sands Some ...
... fish before his eyes ; Where in jungles , near and far , Man - devouring tigers are , Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near , Or a comer - by be seen Swinging in a palanquin ; Where among the desert sands Some ...
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... did the frost do to the windowpanes ? When you next see its work , see if you can find anything like these fanciful pictures . 5. What mischief was he guilty of in the kitchen ? THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH Yet , after all , JACK FROST 63.
... did the frost do to the windowpanes ? When you next see its work , see if you can find anything like these fanciful pictures . 5. What mischief was he guilty of in the kitchen ? THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH Yet , after all , JACK FROST 63.
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Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH Yet , after all , I think the chief attraction of the brook to my brother and myself was the fine fish- ing it afforded us . Our bachelor uncle ...
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH Yet , after all , I think the chief attraction of the brook to my brother and myself was the fine fish- ing it afforded us . Our bachelor uncle ...
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Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. of the fish- lived en to great m to and , THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH 65 best of all , to the Country Brook . We were quite willing to work hard in the cornfield or the hay ...
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. of the fish- lived en to great m to and , THE FISH I DIDN'T CATCH 65 best of all , to the Country Brook . We were quite willing to work hard in the cornfield or the hay ...
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Everyday Classics: Primer-Eighth Reader, Bücher 7 Franklin Thomas Baker,Ashley Horace Thorndike,Fannie Wyche Dunn Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice asked barefoot boy beautiful Bevis bird blue Bob-o'-link brook brown brown thrush butterfly Caldon-Low called canoe chee child Cosette cried Daffydowndilly danced dear doll Dormouse downdilly drink EVERYDAY CLASSICS eyes Farne Islands father feet fish flowers Gardener Grace Darling grandfather Gretel Gulliver gypsies hand Hatter heard Heidi HELPS TO STUDY Hiawatha hill Indians jack-o'-lantern Jackanapes Jimmy JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER laugh little girl live lobster Lollo looked Madame Maggie Makwa March Hare merry Mondamin moon morning mother mountain nest never night Peter play pocket poem river river Dee ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rocks round seen shouted side singing sleep soon Spink stood story talk tell There's things thought Toil tree turned voice walked Water-Babies waves whistle Whittier wild Willy Pogany wind woods yellow
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 151 - 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.
Seite 103 - 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.
Seite 50 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Seite 267 - 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.
Seite 333 - 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!
Seite 11 - 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!
Seite 123 - 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...
Seite 183 - 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...
Seite 265 - 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.
Seite 143 - 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.