Practical Lessons in the Use of EnglishD.C. Heath & Company, 1887 - 160 pages |
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apple asked asserts an action birds brown thrush called capital letter COMPOSITION Copy the following Copy these sentences denote possession DICTATION EXERCISE Edith Example fill the blanks flowers fly steps following sentences following words form the plural fourth sentence Harry Holmes horse interrogation point John Henry Taylor kind of letter kite lion little girl LUCY LARCOM mark is placed mouse nouns ending orange pencil PICTURE LESSONS playmates plural form pony possessive form pronouns Read these sentences REVIEW Second Reader second sentence second statement sentence tell singing singular speak spoken STANLEY HALL stanza street sunbeam teacher tence third sentence third statement tree Uncle verbs walk woman word asserts word in Italics word shows WORDS THAT ASSERT WORDS THAT SHOW Write a question Write a statement Write a story Write answers Write sentences containing Write the names Write the words WRITTEN EXERCISE
Popular passages
Page 105 - 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.
Page 46 - The name of a person addressed should be separated from the rest of the sentence by a comma or commas.
Page 54 - So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings...
Page 80 - SOMEBODY'S MOTHER. The woman was old, and ragged, and gray, And bent with the chill of the winter's day; The street was wet with a recent snow, And the woman's feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human beings who passed her by, Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. Down the street, with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of school let out...
Page 53 - There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree ; " He's singing to me ! he's singing to me ! " And what does he say, little girl, little boy ? " Oh, the world's running over with joy ! Don't you hear ? Don't you see ? Hush ! look ! in my tree. I'm as happy as happy can be !
Page 113 - Yet these sweet sounds of the early season, And these fair sights of its sunny days, Are only sweet when we fondly listen, And only fair when we fondly gaze. There is no glory in star or blossom Till looked upon by a loving eye ; There is no fragrance in April breezes Till breathed with joy as they wander by.
Page 77 - When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Page 37 - Peeping, peeping, here and there, In lawns and meadows everywhere, Coming up to find the spring, And hear the robin redbreast sing ; Creeping under children's feet, Glancing at the violets sweet, Growing into tiny bowers, For the dainty meadow flowers : — We are small, but think a minute Of a world with no grass in it...
Page 64 - At last, when the shadows of evening were falling, And the sun, their great father, his children was calling, Four sunbeams sped into the west. All said, " We have found that in seeking the pleasure Of others, we fill to the full our own measure," — Then softly they sank to their rest.
Page 63 - One stole to the heart of a flower that was sad, And loved and caressed her until she was glad, And lifted her white face again ; For love brings content to the lowliest lot, And finds something sweet in the dreariest spot, And lightens all labor and pain.