The new explanatory readers. Standard 1-3, 5,6. [With] Home lesson book, Tema 5 |
Términos y frases comunes
31 days Alfred animals apples beautiful berries birds black bears boiled break'-fast bright brooklet Brown bears butterfly cakes called camel cane Canute clothes col'-our cold colour coming cotton plant crawl'-ing creatures crow Danes desert door early to bed EXPLANATORY READERS father feed flax float'-ed flowers fol'-lowed fra'-grant fruits giant girl grass green ground grow hap'-pened happy hare hutch In'-dies juice keep kind king KING ALFRED leaves little ray look Louis mis'-chief mother never nice o'-cean oasis old Michael peo'-ple per'-fume pleas'-ant Polar bear poor poor cow pretty puddings quan-ti-ty qui'-et rabbits re'-gion reindeer river Rose rotten apple salt Saran scarce'-ly scat'-ters sea-jellies seen sheep snow spring story sugar summer sweet tell Thames tiny thing toil'-some trees trou'-ble vegetable weak and tiny weath'-er West Indies winter won'-der-ful wood worm young
Pasajes populares
Página 47 - In everybody's house! There's no one ever sees his face, And yet we all agree That every plate we break was cracked By Mr Nobody.
Página 37 - And we'll do all that father likes ; His wishes are so few. „ Would they were more ! that every hour Some wish of his I knew ! I'm sure it makes a happy day When I can please him any way.
Página 41 - I love you, mother," said little Fan; "Today I'll help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!" So she rocked the baby till it fell asleep. Then stepping softly she fetched the broom, And swept the floor and tidied the room: Busy and happy all day was she, Helpful and happy as child could be. "I love you, mother," again they said — Three little children going to bed.
Página 47 - By none of us are made; We never leave the blinds unclosed, To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill, the boots That lying round you see, Are not our boots; they all belong To Mr.
Página 59 - My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.
Página 41 - I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving his mother the wood to bring. "I love you, mother...
Página 41 - I love you, mother," said little John. Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on And he was off to the garden swing And left her the water and wood to bring. "I love you, mother," said rosy Nell — "I love you better than tongue can tell.
Página 23 - DON'T kill the birds — the little birds That sing about your door, Soon as the joyous Spring has come, And chilling storms are o'er. The little birds — how sweet they sing, Oh, let them joyous live, And do not seek to take their life, Which you can never give.
Página 30 - LITTLE BROTHER. Little brother, darling boy, You are very dear to me ! I am happy — full of joy, When your smiling face I see. How I wish that you could speak, And could know the words I say ! Pretty stories I would seek, To amuse you every day : — All about the...
Página 37 - THE clock is on the stroke of six, The father's work is done ; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire, And put the kettle on.