A fifth readerWheeler Publishing Company, 1919 |
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Side 8
... eyes of most persons look at their environment , but do not see it . The poet teaches us how and what to see . He who has been properly taught to read should become ' his own seer , his own interpreter of nature and of life , without ...
... eyes of most persons look at their environment , but do not see it . The poet teaches us how and what to see . He who has been properly taught to read should become ' his own seer , his own interpreter of nature and of life , without ...
Side 16
... eyes . The mother rocks on , but she sings directly to the baby , singing , — 66 Sleep and rest , sleep and rest ... eyes again , and the mother , rising very carefully , puts him into an old cradle at her side and gently tucks him in ...
... eyes . The mother rocks on , but she sings directly to the baby , singing , — 66 Sleep and rest , sleep and rest ... eyes again , and the mother , rising very carefully , puts him into an old cradle at her side and gently tucks him in ...
Side 21
... eyes , and wrapped in a plaid , or cross - barred , shawl of bright colors . Can you imagine such a little girl ? Shut your eyes and try to see her . Her name is Margery ( mär'jer - 1 ) . Little Margery lived near the great ocean , and ...
... eyes , and wrapped in a plaid , or cross - barred , shawl of bright colors . Can you imagine such a little girl ? Shut your eyes and try to see her . Her name is Margery ( mär'jer - 1 ) . Little Margery lived near the great ocean , and ...
Side 22
... eyes watching them . She did not touch them , for they seemed alive like herself . But she wondered and won- dered ! Then she heard her mother calling her , and she trudged home very happy , for the big world seemed so wonderful to her ...
... eyes watching them . She did not touch them , for they seemed alive like herself . But she wondered and won- dered ! Then she heard her mother calling her , and she trudged home very happy , for the big world seemed so wonderful to her ...
Side 23
... eyes and our ears open to all that Nature presents to them ; and no matter how old we may grow , to keep alive our love of the beautiful and the marvelous in God's wonderful world and to wonder at it as little Margery did . Now let us ...
... eyes and our ears open to all that Nature presents to them ; and no matter how old we may grow , to keep alive our love of the beautiful and the marvelous in God's wonderful world and to wonder at it as little Margery did . Now let us ...
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Aladdin Alice Cary Arabian Nights arrow asked beautiful bird boat brave bright brook brown thrush Buck called Charles Kingsley Charley child cloud Describe dike Dog of Flanders door earth Epimetheus eyes face father flowers following words gypsies happy hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hidden meaning imagine island Jack-in-the-pulpit kind king lamp Learn the meanings little girl little lady live Locksley looked Lucy Larcom Maggie magician Margery mother never Old Glory Pandora Patrasche Phoebe Cary picture play poet pretty QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS rain Read aloud read the poem River Dee Robin Hood sails sand sandpiper ship Sindbad sing sleep song squirrel stanza SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION sweet Tell thee things thou thought tin soldier told toy dog tree voice wind woman wonderful words before reading wrote
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Side 10 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Side 11 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Side 75 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Side 28 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Side 282 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Side 201 - Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper and then a silence, . Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall, By three doors left unguarded, They enter my castle wall. 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.
Side 207 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
Side 100 - So we shuddered there in silence, — For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy with his prayers, " We are lost ! " the captain shouted; As he staggered down the stairs.
Side 72 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 283 - 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...