The Mother Tongue: Lessons in speaking, reading and writing English, by S. L. Arnold and G. L. KittredgeGinn, 1900 |
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Abdel Hassan adjectives adverb ALICE CARY apostrophe apple baby beautiful begin birds blossoms boughs camels capital letter child comma copula Copy dear Describe DICTATION EXERCISE Etruria examples express family names father flowers following sentences Gemila genitive groups of words Hiawatha horse interrogation point italicized words John John Kingman LEARNED BY HEART lesson LETTER WRITING lives Longfellow look marks of punctuation Mary meaning modify morning mother objects Observe ORAL EXERCISE ostrich Otis Grant person play poem predicate pronouns Proper Noun proverbs questions quotation marks reply river ROSA BONHEUR rule sail sandpiper SECTION shine singular speak stanza Study the following tence tent There's things thought Tom Jones Treasure-Boxes tree verbs wind wish word tells words are called Write a note Write the names WRITTEN EXERCISE written sentences
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Страница 280 - 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. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Страница 223 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled ; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked npron fingered.
Страница 165 - THE bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest ; In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. When Mary chose " the better part,
Страница 74 - Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough-boy is whooping anon, anon. There's joy in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! William Wordsworth '44* CHORAL SONG OF ILL YRIAN PEASANTS.
Страница 293 - A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me.' It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, " Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Страница 235 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Страница 276 - No go' - by land or ocean No mail - no post No news from any foreign coast No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility No company - no nobility No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!
Страница 116 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go...
Страница 231 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Страница 304 - A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing —sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.