Our Language: First BookB.F. Johnson, 1905 - 204 pàgines |
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abbreviated ALFRED TENNYSON animal answer apostrophe asking sentences baby beautiful begin with capital birds blackboard blanks blossom Bobwhite called capital letters child Clara Close your book colors comma correctly Davy Crockett dear doll Edgar Allan Poe EXERCISE 1 Write EXERCISE 2 Copy father flower following sentences GEORGE MACDONALD GILBERT PEARSON given names Henry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow horse hyphen kind of letter king legs lessons little girl Look Louise mark is placed Monday's child month morning-glory mother Nanny nest Oak Tree paragraph picture played poem proverbs pupils questions quotation Rain Song Read this story Robert Louis Stevenson Santa Claus SECTION SECTION 90 seen sentences telling singing squirrel stanza stars suggestions teacher Tell the story telling sentence tence things told whistle wind Write five sentences Write the rule write the story writing the names written
Passatges populars
Pàgina 172 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Pàgina 44 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go...
Pàgina 185 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Pàgina 36 - I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song, O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old?
Pàgina 163 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 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.
Pàgina 165 - He hears the parson pray and preach • He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand, he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done. Has earned...
Pàgina 22 - Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into bonds and bands. Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs' wings. How did they all just come to be you? God thought about me, and so I grew.
Pàgina 39 - BOATS sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas ; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please ; But the bow that bridges heaven, And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far than these.
Pàgina 52 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Pàgina 13 - I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...