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... LESSONS : PAGE Anon . 69 * Poetry . Ant , Anecdote of an Ant Battles and Ant - Cows PAGE † Grethel , The Cunning Grimm 99 ... Lesson , A Liberty , Love of . Anon . 74 121 · Hemans 90 Children of Langdale Pikes , The . 114 Chinese Fishing ...
... LESSONS : PAGE Anon . 69 * Poetry . Ant , Anecdote of an Ant Battles and Ant - Cows PAGE † Grethel , The Cunning Grimm 99 ... Lesson , A Liberty , Love of . Anon . 74 121 · Hemans 90 Children of Langdale Pikes , The . 114 Chinese Fishing ...
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Public school series. PAGE PAGE Cream 132 Butter 132 USEFUL KNOWLEDGE LESSONS : - Cheese 132 Lesson 1. Houses † Peasant , the Hardworking · Anon . 85 99 2. Water . 135 . 136 † Plants . About 3 . P. Hebel 107 99 " " ( continued ) 136 4 ...
Public school series. PAGE PAGE Cream 132 Butter 132 USEFUL KNOWLEDGE LESSONS : - Cheese 132 Lesson 1. Houses † Peasant , the Hardworking · Anon . 85 99 2. Water . 135 . 136 † Plants . About 3 . P. Hebel 107 99 " " ( continued ) 136 4 ...
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... lessons in pronunciation . " have You may well laugh at his being so silly. PAGE Cream 132 Butter 132 USEFUL KNOWLEDGE LESSONS:-
... lessons in pronunciation . " have You may well laugh at his being so silly. PAGE Cream 132 Butter 132 USEFUL KNOWLEDGE LESSONS:-
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... lesson ? Who was What is THE GUARDIAN ANGEL . - A . L. Grimm . contented beautiful wondered legend guardian diligent bitterly vanished supported In the moun- down by many LET me tell you a beautiful old legend . tains there lived a poor ...
... lesson ? Who was What is THE GUARDIAN ANGEL . - A . L. Grimm . contented beautiful wondered legend guardian diligent bitterly vanished supported In the moun- down by many LET me tell you a beautiful old legend . tains there lived a poor ...
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... LESSON . PAPER . - What is Paper made of ? The best is made of linen rags ; but they make it also of cotton rags , of some kinds of grass , of straw , and much else . How are the rags made into paper ? All the buttons are first cut off ...
... LESSON . PAPER . - What is Paper made of ? The best is made of linen rags ; but they make it also of cotton rags , of some kinds of grass , of straw , and much else . How are the rags made into paper ? All the buttons are first cut off ...
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Agnes ants bear beautiful bees birds blossom blue meadow breast brings called candles carrion crow chidden coal cold comes cows creature creeping everywhere cried DICTATION DICTATION.-The door eagle earth ELLIPTICAL LESSON fall father feet fire flowers fly away home foolish forecastle George Stephenson give Grasmere green Grethel grow guest heard heart hens hills Horatio Nelson iron jollyboat kind king ladybird lark leaves little Robin Redbreast live look melted morning mother mountain nest never night peasants plants Pompey poor QUESTIONS.-What rises round Sarah Green seeds sheep shepherd shilling shining singing sleep smell snow soda song spermaceti Spring steam stone summer sweet tallow tell things thought threepence TOM GREEN took tortoise tree violet wind Winter wolf wonder wood
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Сторінка 121 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Сторінка 106 - I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 23 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ?—Doane. humble sphere crystal floating careering relying nestling unplumes friendship WHAT is that, mother ? The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere,. To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? The dove,...
Сторінка 96 - TO-WHIT ! to-whit, to-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? Not I said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I never do; I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do ! Bob-o-link, bob-o-link!
Сторінка 79 - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet; Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses ; Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
Сторінка 106 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Сторінка 98 - Don't ask me again, Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean.
Сторінка 129 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet, Cheering the sick at heart Toiling his busy part, — Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
Сторінка 90 - CALL my brother back to me ; I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ?
Сторінка 14 - A COUNTRY life is sweet ! In moderate cold and heat, To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair, In every field of wheat, The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers, And every meadow's brow ; So that I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in gray, And follow the useful plough.