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Review Capitals and Punctuation
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PART THREE 201 Oral Enunciation Selections
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Written A Vacation Incident
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Oral Aurora A Picture Study e
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Written Compositions with Outlines e
183
Language Nouns Review
184
from Pepacton John Bur roughs
186
Personal
187
Oral A Game with Words
188
Oral Greek Stories Illustrated
189
Written Building Sentences
191
Oral The Windmills of Holland M M Dodge Colored Picture
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Written A Description
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Ode to the Brave Collins
198
Language Phrases and Prepositions
199
Hoeing and Fishing Illustrated
200
Written Building Sentences
202
The Concord Hymn Illustrated
203
Written The Choice of Words 227 Language The Parts of Speech Reviewed
205
Names and Abbreviations Oral A Game The Picnic Full Page Picture Written Story of the Picture Language Correction of Compositions Oral ...
207
Language Criticism of Compositions 231 Oral The Dangerous House Fly Illustrated 232 Written A Business Letter
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Language Transitive Verbs
210
Oral The Pestilent Mosquito
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Language Transitive Verbs and Objects e 237 Oral On Explaining Things
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A MidsummerNights Dream Illustrated 241 Written Building Sentences 242 Language The Objective Case Continued
224
Oral In Many Worlds
226
Written A Letter
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Language The Verb Be e 246 Language Objects and Complements Indirect Object 247 Language Case 248 Review The Parts of Speech
230
Review Sentence Analysis 250 Review Capitals Abbreviations Punctuation
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Books for Boys and Girls in Grades Four Five and Six INDEX e e e e e e e
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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.

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