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abbreviations adjectives adverbs AEgean Sea Apollo apples beautiful bees begin birds Bob-o'-link called capitals carefully chee comma complete predicate complete subject corn correct correctly examples express fairies famous father fire five sentences flowers following sentences George girl give Greek Guido Reni hero horses Iliad Jocko John King Arthur LANGUAGE LESSON learned letter Loki look meaning mosquitoes mounsieur names nest nouns ending nouns or pronouns Oberon object ORAL LESSON paragraph person spoken picture plants play poem possessive prepositional phrase proper nouns punctuation pupils quotation marks read aloud Review Lessons Robert of Lincoln seen Select simple predicate simple subject singular nouns song speech spelling Spink stanza story talk teacher tell tences things Titania to-day topics transitive verb tree wheat William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind words written in Lesson WRITTEN LESSON Write
Página 191 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Página 119 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 159 - Never gave the enraptured air), There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
Página 62 - Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Página 159 - Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth, straight cane ; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet, Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air), There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling, Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering...
Página 63 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Página 153 - Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note; Braggart, and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 73 - WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? Who has seen the wind ? Neither I nor you ; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I ; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.
Página 152 - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine. Sure there was never a bird so fine ! Chee, chee, chee.
Página 119 - 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.