The Plan Book: PrimaryA. Flanagan Company, 1898 - Education |
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... THOUGHTS For the MONTH OF MARCH ... .. TOPICS OF STUDY FOR MARCH .. 671 . 672 FIRST AND SECOND WEEKS . - MARCH THE WINDY MONTH . 673 TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP . . 674 MORNING TALKS ..... 675 WIND SONG . THE NORTH WIND , THE SOUTH WIND ...
... THOUGHTS For the MONTH OF MARCH ... .. TOPICS OF STUDY FOR MARCH .. 671 . 672 FIRST AND SECOND WEEKS . - MARCH THE WINDY MONTH . 673 TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP . . 674 MORNING TALKS ..... 675 WIND SONG . THE NORTH WIND , THE SOUTH WIND ...
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... the masts were made of gold . When the ship be- gan to sail , Cried the cap - tain , " quack , quack , quack . ” By per . from " Merry Melodies , " pub . by A. Flanagan . MARCH .. THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH . " All about SMART LITTLE BUD .
... the masts were made of gold . When the ship be- gan to sail , Cried the cap - tain , " quack , quack , quack . ” By per . from " Merry Melodies , " pub . by A. Flanagan . MARCH .. THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH . " All about SMART LITTLE BUD .
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Primary Marian M. George. MARCH .. THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH . " All about him the child sees the work - a - day world . This , claims Froebel , should show forth love and self - denying ser- vice . Human ... THOUGHTS For the MONTH OF MARCH...
Primary Marian M. George. MARCH .. THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH . " All about him the child sees the work - a - day world . This , claims Froebel , should show forth love and self - denying ser- vice . Human ... THOUGHTS For the MONTH OF MARCH...
Page 701
... thought it was gold , and they wanted some of it . They thought they had as good a right to it as Ulysses . So they cut the silver cord and opened the bag . Out rushed the winds ! They blew and blew , and the waves rose high and rocked ...
... thought it was gold , and they wanted some of it . They thought they had as good a right to it as Ulysses . So they cut the silver cord and opened the bag . Out rushed the winds ! They blew and blew , and the waves rose high and rocked ...
Page 702
... thought out a way to make it easier . He got some boys to help him and they made two . paddle wheels , one on each side of the boat , which they hung by cranks over the sides , and by turning the cranks as a boy would turn a grind ...
... thought out a way to make it easier . He got some boys to help him and they made two . paddle wheels , one on each side of the boat , which they hung by cranks over the sides , and by turning the cranks as a boy would turn a grind ...
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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.