Apple Blossoms and Other Stories: Compiled for Culture and Nature Studies as Outlined in the Course of Study for the Public Schools of KansasScott, Foresman, 1898 - 210 Seiten |
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... Midas . He had one daughter , a little girl whom he dearly loved , and her name was Marygold . King Midas was fonder of gold than anything else in the world , unless it was this little maiden , and this was the reason he named her ...
... Midas . He had one daughter , a little girl whom he dearly loved , and her name was Marygold . King Midas was fonder of gold than anything else in the world , unless it was this little maiden , and this was the reason he named her ...
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... Midas shook his head . " And pray what do you wish ? " asked the stranger . " I should really like to know . " Midas did not answer at once ; he tried to think of the very largest amount of gold possible , and yet it seemed too small ...
... Midas shook his head . " And pray what do you wish ? " asked the stranger . " I should really like to know . " Midas did not answer at once ; he tried to think of the very largest amount of gold possible , and yet it seemed too small ...
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... Midas . All this while it was only daybreak ; the sun had not yet risen . But suddenly the first sunbeam came through the window , and then on the king's bed , and , as he held the bed - spread in his hand , behold the linen cloth had ...
... Midas . All this while it was only daybreak ; the sun had not yet risen . But suddenly the first sunbeam came through the window , and then on the king's bed , and , as he held the bed - spread in his hand , behold the linen cloth had ...
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... Midas looked at them with delight , but thought to himself , " I can make you far more pre- cious " ; so he took great pains , in going from bush to bush , to touch every rose , until each flower and bud , and even the worms at the ...
... Midas looked at them with delight , but thought to himself , " I can make you far more pre- cious " ; so he took great pains , in going from bush to bush , to touch every rose , until each flower and bud , and even the worms at the ...
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... Midas , rather aghast . " What is the matter , dear father ? " asked little Marygold , gazing at him through her tears . " Nothing , child - nothing , " said Midas . " Eat your milk before it gets quite cold . " The king then took a ...
... Midas , rather aghast . " What is the matter , dear father ? " asked little Marygold , gazing at him through her tears . " Nothing , child - nothing , " said Midas . " Eat your milk before it gets quite cold . " The king then took a ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ÆSOP apple apple-branch Arachne asked autumn beautiful blossom branches bright called child Cinderella cocoanut cold color cried Croesus Daisy dear Diamonds and Toads dressed drink duck duckling eyes Fairy father fell Fir Tree flew flowers garden godmother gold Golden Touch Grandmother grass green grew grow HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN happy head Heart of Oak Helios Hestia Ibycus King Midas kissed kittens LANGUAGE AND NATURE leaves LESSON little boy little brown baby little Daisy Little Glass Slipper little leaf little Mice Little Red live looked mamma Marygold morning mother NATURE STUDIES nest never night North Wind NUMBERS peep pretty Princess r-rhudrha round sang seed shining Shiva sing sisters sleep slipper snow soft Solon song stars stood story stranger sunbeam swan maidens sweet tell thought told ugly warm wings winter yellow
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Seite 146 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 163 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 120 - HEAP high the farmer's wintry hoard ! Heap high the golden corn ! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn ! Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine...
Seite 161 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 162 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 155 - I'VE watched you now a full half-hour, Self-poised upon that yellow flower ; And, little Butterfly ! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless ! — not frozen seas More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of Orchard-ground is ours ; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary ; Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come often to us, fear no wrong...
Seite 96 - In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Seite 97 - By the craggy hill-side Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.
Seite 121 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. And now, with autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest- time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, And bear the treasure home.
Seite 111 - ... and hastening to the river-side. As he scampered along, and forced his way through the shrubbery, it was positively...