Primary Education, Volume 6,Edição 7Educational Publishing Company, 1898 |
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... friends who hide under the stones and weeds , while before , or after , wherever it seems to belong , comes the little rain - song . In the same way we can talk about what a good time this south wind must be having , playing with the ...
... friends who hide under the stones and weeds , while before , or after , wherever it seems to belong , comes the little rain - song . In the same way we can talk about what a good time this south wind must be having , playing with the ...
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... friend and I once had a large wire cage full of butter- flies which emerged from chrysalides made by caterpillars we had reared or found , and these butterflies learned to fly to our hands when we put them into the cage , perch on them ...
... friend and I once had a large wire cage full of butter- flies which emerged from chrysalides made by caterpillars we had reared or found , and these butterflies learned to fly to our hands when we put them into the cage , perch on them ...
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... friend country board . " They have not settled down to study yet , " she said " I must have patience — but , oh , dear ! " - A few days after she asked them to write a letter telling how they spent Saturday and she read : - Saturday I ...
... friend country board . " They have not settled down to study yet , " she said " I must have patience — but , oh , dear ! " - A few days after she asked them to write a letter telling how they spent Saturday and she read : - Saturday I ...
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... friend looked down upon us , his tender words for the little ones written round about him . Beneath was a bracket in ... friends of field and farm that the PRIMARY EDUCATION had sent us ? So we mounted them on dark backgrounds to nestle ...
... friend looked down upon us , his tender words for the little ones written round about him . Beneath was a bracket in ... friends of field and farm that the PRIMARY EDUCATION had sent us ? So we mounted them on dark backgrounds to nestle ...
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... friends . " [ MAPLE LEAVES ] " I like to stay on a pond . I can swim and dive and walk and fly . I can say , ' Quack ! Quack ' I have a web between my toes , and I use it for a paddle . Don't you think I am smart ? " [ DUCK ] It is the ...
... friends . " [ MAPLE LEAVES ] " I like to stay on a pond . I can swim and dive and walk and fly . I can say , ' Quack ! Quack ' I have a web between my toes , and I use it for a paddle . Don't you think I am smart ? " [ DUCK ] It is the ...
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Página 11 - false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 187 - Knowledge never learned of schools Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flowers' time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell : How the woodchuck digs his cell And the ground-mole makes his well; How the robin feeds her young ; How the oriole's nest is hung.
Página 122 - all day long ! 0 wind, that sings so loud a song ! 1 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. О wind a blowing all day long ! О wind, that sings so loud a song
Página 252 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them " Hiawatha's Chickens.
Página 242 - Khodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. — Emerson : The
Página 195 - What plant we in the apple tree? Buds which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy spray; Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest; We plant, upon the sunny lea, A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple tree.
Página 199 - The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou nearest the sound thereof but canst not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth; so is everyone that is born of the Spirit.
Página 416 - There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance, to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. No Santa Claus ! Thank God ! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now,
Página 321 - are growing ; When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting; When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together, And count like misers hour by hour, October's bright blue weather. О
Página 106 - Showers of rain fall warm and welcome, Plants lift up their heads rejoicing, Back unto their lakes and marshes Come the wild goose and the heron, Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow, Sing the bluebird and the robin, All the meadows wave with blossoms, All the woodlands ring with music, All the trees are dark with foliage.