Language ExercisesAmerican Book Company, 1889 - 223 pagina's |
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abbreviations accented syllable ALICE CARY animals answer apostrophe Arrange bird called carefully Cary's poems Chapter Children's Hour cocoons commit to memory Complete the following Conversation Exercise correctly Dear Dictation Exercise direct quotations eggs five following poem following sentences following words foregoing give heading homonyms Information Exercise insect James Russell Lowell kind language learned leaves LESSON VII LESSON XI letter in full live Longfellow mark meaning memory the following mother nest notes nouns Oliver Wendell Holmes Oral Exercise oral sentences paragraphs Phoebe Cary picture plants plural pronunciation punctuation questions Reproduction Review root-word salutation selected sentence each word shell Sir Launfal snail spelling spiders sponge stanza story Study and commit Study and Conversation suggested synonyms Teacher tell tence Three Bells Topics for Study tree verses vowel Whittier William Cullen Bryant Write a letter Written Exercise XVII
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Pagina 201 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves. And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of nature which song is the best...
Pagina 200 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Pagina 201 - We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
Pagina 115 - True worth is in being, not seeming — In doing each day that goes by Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by.
Pagina 189 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Pagina 86 - 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.
Pagina 86 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by...
Pagina 221 - There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Pagina 208 - DOWN swept the chill wind from the mountain peak, From the snow five thousand summers old ; On open wold and hill-top bleak It had gathered all the cold, And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek ; It carried a shiver everywhere ' From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare ; The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars...
Pagina 209 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...