The Plan Book: PrimaryA. Flanagan Company, 1898 - Education |
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Page 658
... The Shoemaker , Smith No. 2 . The Cart Wheel , Smith No. 2 . TREE SONGS . Pretty Pussy , Howlitson's Songs . Pussy Willow , Walker & Jenks . Pussy Willow , Mabel Pray's . The Alder by the River , Walker and Jenks . 658 THE PLAN BOOK .
... The Shoemaker , Smith No. 2 . The Cart Wheel , Smith No. 2 . TREE SONGS . Pretty Pussy , Howlitson's Songs . Pussy Willow , Walker & Jenks . Pussy Willow , Mabel Pray's . The Alder by the River , Walker and Jenks . 658 THE PLAN BOOK .
Page 670
... pretty things For dol ly And there were white and pretty mice , With rings a - - a There were rai - sins in the cabin ; Sugar - kiss - es And the captain was duck , With a jack - et and for me : bout their necks ; in the hold ; on his ...
... pretty things For dol ly And there were white and pretty mice , With rings a - - a There were rai - sins in the cabin ; Sugar - kiss - es And the captain was duck , With a jack - et and for me : bout their necks ; in the hold ; on his ...
Page 697
... pretty chairs and tables , daintily tiled walls , and its rows and rows of shining plates and dishes . Everything about a Dutch house is as clean and bright as soap and water can make it . Every day the floor is strewn with fresh ...
... pretty chairs and tables , daintily tiled walls , and its rows and rows of shining plates and dishes . Everything about a Dutch house is as clean and bright as soap and water can make it . Every day the floor is strewn with fresh ...
Page 723
... pretty miniature garden is made of sweet peas . Fill a common tumbler with water , tie over it a piece of coarse net , and cover it with peas , pressing them down into the water . dark for two or three days , then bring it out into the ...
... pretty miniature garden is made of sweet peas . Fill a common tumbler with water , tie over it a piece of coarse net , and cover it with peas , pressing them down into the water . dark for two or three days , then bring it out into the ...
Page 724
... pretty . Be careful to keep the sponge wet . There is also the saucer garden , that has a single cone set in the center and moss all about it . The cone will soon be alive with close , green spears , if you keep it away from the frost ...
... pretty . Be careful to keep the sponge wet . There is also the saucer garden , that has a single cone set in the center and moss all about it . The cone will soon be alive with close , green spears , if you keep it away from the frost ...
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Alice Cary ARBOR DAY baby beautiful blossoms blow blue bluebird boat bright bring brook brown buds buttercup butterflies buzzing Celia Thaxter child Child Garden Child World Clara Clara Barton color daisy dandelion Draw dress earth Easter eggs Eleanor Smith fairy fish flax flowers frog garden give grass green ground grow happy honey insects kind lark leaves lesson Let pupils little birds little girl live look Lucy Larcom maple meadow moon morning glory mother nest night paint paper Patty Hill petals picture pistil Plan Book plant poem pollen pretty Proserpine Pussy Willow rain Rhoecus robin rose seeds sepals shining sing sleep soldiers Song Book spring stamens stars stem story sweet tell things tree violet warm watch wind wood woodpecker worms write yellow
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Page 993 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 993 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 682 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 777 - You friendly Earth ! how far do you go, With the wheatfields that nod, and the rivers that flow; With cities, and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles ? Ah, you are so great and I am so small, I...
Page 777 - You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Page 777 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
Page 861 - And the good Nokomis answered: "Tis the heaven of flowers you see there. All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.
Page 984 - ... not one. The dear boy only slept a minute — just one little minute — at his post ; I know that was all, for Bennie never dozed over a duty. How prompt and reliable he was ! I know he only fell asleep one little second.
Page 822 - THE SUN'S TRAVELS THE sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed.
Page 719 - I watch him as he skims along Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Nor flash of fluttering drapery. He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye; Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I.