Geography reading books, adapted to the new education code of 1882 adapted to the new code, Teil 1 |
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Geography Reading Books, Adapted to the New Education Code of 1882 Adapted ... Mary E Palgrave,Geography Reading Books Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Geography Reading Books, Adapted To The New Education Code Of 1882 Adapted ... Geography Reading Books,Mary E Palgrave Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
Geography Reading Books, Adapted to the New Education Code of 1882 Adapted ... Mary E Palgrave,Geography Reading Books Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
15 feet 60 feet angles arrow begins to blow better blackboard BOX OF BRICKS boys breadth bricks end called cardinal points Charlie Chapman clue colours compass corner cries Johnny dare say desks Dick Dawson donkey doors draw east Ennerdale exactly father feet long feet wide flowers green hills Infant School Jack Johnny's Keswick knew knot larger laughing length lesson little bits lived long sides look map of England master's maze mean measure Moon noon o'clock oblong paper path piece of ground playground remember right shape road to school rope round running says Charlie says Johnny Scale of feet schoolroom shadow short sides Skiddaw square stars Steepleton straight SUN AND SHADOWS sure Tarn teacher tell things to-morrow told trees turn villages waggon wall Zealand
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 9 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings.
Seite 9 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Seite 52 - Which is the wind that brings the cold ? The North Wind, Freddy, and all the snow ; And the sheep will scamper into the fold When -the North begins to blow. Which is the wind that brings the heat? The South Wind, Katy; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow.
Seite 66 - ... the tall trees in the greenwood, the meadows where we play, the rushes by the water we gather every day; he gave us eyes to see them, and lips that we might tell how great is God Almighty who has made all things well.
Seite 9 - He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty Who has made all things well.
Seite 47 - Now the sun is sinking in the golden west; Birds and bees and children, all have gone to rest; And the merry streamlet, as it runs along, With a voice of sweetness sings its evening song. Cowslip, daisy, violet, in their little beds, All among the grasses, hide their heavy heads; There they are, sweet darlings! sunk in happy dreams, Till the rosy morning wakes them with its beams. Author not known In this passage, passing from the sunset, to the " birds, and bees, and children...
Seite 82 - So pensive and so slow ? My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse the April showers, My cradle was a fountain...
Seite 77 - O there are the mountains, half covered with snow, With tall and dark trees, like a girdle of green, And waters that wind in the valleys below, Or roar in the caverns, too deep to be seen. Vast caves in the earth, full of wonderful things, The bones of strange animals, jewels, and spars ; Or, far up in Iceland, the hot boiling springs, Like fountains of feathers, or showers of stars ! Here, spread the sweet meadows with thousands of flowers ; Far away are old woods, that for ages remain ; Wild elephants...
Seite 52 - Arty, and farmers know That cows come shivering up the lane When the east begins to blow. Which is the wind that brings the flowers ? The west wind, Bessie ; and soft and low The birdies sing in the summer hours, When the west begins to blow.
Seite 83 - O'ercurtained by wild flowers. " One morn I ran away, A madcap, noisy rill ! And many a prank that day I played adown the hill. " And then 'mid meadowy banks I flirted with the flowers, That stooped with glowing lips, To woo me to their bowers. " But these bright scenes are o'er, And darkly flows my wave ; I hear the ocean's roar, And there must be my grave.