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... should be proper balance of prose and poetry . d . If possible , the literature should be that which an intelligent person is expected to know . In selecting the material for these books , no selection INTRODUCTION 5.
... should be proper balance of prose and poetry . d . If possible , the literature should be that which an intelligent person is expected to know . In selecting the material for these books , no selection INTRODUCTION 5.
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William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler. In selecting the material for these books , no selection has been ac- cepted merely because it is new ; and no selection has been rejected merely because it is old . Very many familiar old ...
William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler. In selecting the material for these books , no selection has been ac- cepted merely because it is new ; and no selection has been rejected merely because it is old . Very many familiar old ...
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... selection for the first grade , because it is about a baby . But a moment's examination of the thought of this poem ... selection . Now , as these definitions are part of the material which the child must have in order to understand the ...
... selection for the first grade , because it is about a baby . But a moment's examination of the thought of this poem ... selection . Now , as these definitions are part of the material which the child must have in order to understand the ...
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... selection as A Message to Garcia , " p . 122 , it is not enough that the children be led to see that Stephen Rowan carried his message to Garcia . The selection has not really been read at all until the child applies it , not to some ...
... selection as A Message to Garcia , " p . 122 , it is not enough that the children be led to see that Stephen Rowan carried his message to Garcia . The selection has not really been read at all until the child applies it , not to some ...
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... selection . However , such information as the editors give should be of the most accurate kind . Such information as fails to help the child to interpret is bad pedagogy , and may be pure pedantry . This includes attempts to teach , in ...
... selection . However , such information as the editors give should be of the most accurate kind . Such information as fails to help the child to interpret is bad pedagogy , and may be pure pedantry . This includes attempts to teach , in ...
Common terms and phrases
Abraham Lincoln aloud Antony beautiful bird Bishop bless Bob Cratchit bottle of ink Brutus bugle C. E. Brock Cæsar called Carcassonne child Christmas countinghouse cried dance dead death Describe door dream echoes Edward Rowland Sill Ernest eyes feel Fezziwig fire Ghost girl hand happy hear heard heart heaven honor hope Jean Valjean JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Julius Cæsar knew lines live looked Madame Magloire Maud Muller means merry message to Garcia morning mountain never night noble Nolan o'er orator person picture poem poet poor QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS SAM WALTER FOSS Scrooge's nephew scythe sing skylark smile song soul speech spirit Stanza Stone Face story SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION sweet tell things thou thought Tiny Tim told Tuloom valley village voice wish wonderful words wrote young Cratchits
Popular passages
Page 277 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 58 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 71 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 83 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Page 266 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 273 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 72 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings...
Page 71 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 82 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 268 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.