Standard Supplementary Readers, Book 4William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart American Book Company, 1880 - Readers |
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... color , form , plants , animals , etc. — is prescribed to be taught without book under the title of " Oral Lessons . " But owing to the paucity of time allotted to these lessons , they can at best furnish the merest skeleton of science ...
... color , form , plants , animals , etc. — is prescribed to be taught without book under the title of " Oral Lessons . " But owing to the paucity of time allotted to these lessons , they can at best furnish the merest skeleton of science ...
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... COLORS OF BIRDS 71. ALEXANDER WILSON , THE LOVER OF BIRDS 72. THE CONDOR 73. THE BALD EAGLE Patterson Frankenstein Ord . Gosse and Darwin Alexander Wilson PART II . Charles Reade 218 Sir Samuel Baker 223 • . Adapted 228 231 · 234 • 74 ...
... COLORS OF BIRDS 71. ALEXANDER WILSON , THE LOVER OF BIRDS 72. THE CONDOR 73. THE BALD EAGLE Patterson Frankenstein Ord . Gosse and Darwin Alexander Wilson PART II . Charles Reade 218 Sir Samuel Baker 223 • . Adapted 228 231 · 234 • 74 ...
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... color . Our gardens will soon be full of purest white , of red , of yellow , and of blue . Orange and purple , too , of matchless tint , will be seen in many a flower . Even green will not be wanting , for every leaf will lend its share ...
... color . Our gardens will soon be full of purest white , of red , of yellow , and of blue . Orange and purple , too , of matchless tint , will be seen in many a flower . Even green will not be wanting , for every leaf will lend its share ...
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... color . 9. The countless kin of the mighty sunflower host adorns the later summer and autumnal woods . Asters , many ... colors of 12 WILD FLOWERS .
... color . 9. The countless kin of the mighty sunflower host adorns the later summer and autumnal woods . Asters , many ... colors of 12 WILD FLOWERS .
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William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart. varied . These flowers bear the last lingering colors of the late autumnal woods ; and even after the gorgeous hues of autumn foliage have well - nigh vanished , an aster or a golden - rod may ...
William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart. varied . These flowers bear the last lingering colors of the late autumnal woods ; and even after the gorgeous hues of autumn foliage have well - nigh vanished , an aster or a golden - rod may ...
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Page 283 - There is a Power whose care teaches thy way along that pathless coast, the desert and illimitable air — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, though the dark night is near.
Page 315 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 272 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 281 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 16 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay ; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Page 315 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 79 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 282 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 315 - Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! " OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, The Chambered Nautilus.
Page 129 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?