The Continental First[-fifth] Reader, Band 3T. Kelly, 1888 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALEXANDER POPE ALICE CARY ALLSPICE animals ants bear beautiful Bert boys and girls bright butterflies called carefully in pronouncing Charley cinnamon cloth cloves cocoons cold CONVERSATIONAL LESSONS cotton crab cried dark dear Drill carefully Drill pupils carefully earth electric telegraph Eli Whitney Esquimaux Etta eyes face Farmer Black fast father flowers Grandma ground grows hand honey HONEY ANTS horse Hugh Miller insects kill kind Kitty LANGUAGE LESSON Lapland Lapp larvæ leaves light little girl Little Jerry live look mamma Mary Maud Miss Ross monkey moon mother mountain night nutmeg Paul Du Chaillu peach pepper poor PRACTICE IN ARTICULATION rain reindeer Samuel Morse silk silk-worms snow soon spices stars story tell things tide tree Uncle John volcano warm wind wolf wolves WORD EXERCISES young
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Seite 106 - all day like a foot-ball, and it will be round and full at evening. Oliver W. Holmes. CHILDHOOD. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by
Seite 207 - watched and waited; Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush, And I on my path belated. The rain and the night together Came down, and the wind came after, Bending the props of the pine-tree roof, And snapping many a rafter. I crept along in the darkness..,
Seite 155 - MY TRUST. A picture memory brings to me : I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother's knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A child's blind sense of wrong and pain. But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhood's needs are better
Seite 207 - the roof, in the pitch-black night, And the wind in the woods is roaring! Hush, my darling, and listen, Then pay for the story with kisses ; Father was lost in the pitch-black night, In just such a storm as this is ! High up on the lonely mountains, "Where the
Seite 123 - And whichever way it may blow, I meet it face to face, As a brave man meets his foe. And feeds me with his hands; For he knows who makes him thrive, Who makes him lord of lands. On Sundays, I take my rest; Church-going
Seite 107 - I find the great thing in this life is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. Oliver
Seite 107 - content. My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Not decked with diamonds, and Indian stones, Not to be seen; my crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom