The Nature-study Review: Devoted to All Phases of Nature-study in Elementary Schools, Volume 13M.A. Bigelow, 1917 |
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... once asked a class of seventh and eighth grade Milwaukee boys to bring me what they thought a toad would eat . I received bits of roast beef , bread , cake , and candy . Not a child thought of an insect or a worm . The toad , of course ...
... once asked a class of seventh and eighth grade Milwaukee boys to bring me what they thought a toad would eat . I received bits of roast beef , bread , cake , and candy . Not a child thought of an insect or a worm . The toad , of course ...
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... once seen the inside working of formica sanguinea , a species of ants common in Mil- waukee County that capture and enslave other arts - he will be forcibly impressed and ready to assimilate what the teacher has to say on the inevitable ...
... once seen the inside working of formica sanguinea , a species of ants common in Mil- waukee County that capture and enslave other arts - he will be forcibly impressed and ready to assimilate what the teacher has to say on the inevitable ...
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... on the wild rose berries And red in the lovely glow On the cheeks of the child beside me That once were pale as snow . -Thomas Wentworth Higginson . JOHN WALTON SPENCER A bit of sage advice from the LEAVES FROM A JANUARY NOTE BOOK 21.
... on the wild rose berries And red in the lovely glow On the cheeks of the child beside me That once were pale as snow . -Thomas Wentworth Higginson . JOHN WALTON SPENCER A bit of sage advice from the LEAVES FROM A JANUARY NOTE BOOK 21.
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... Once upon a time there was a fond mother who no doubt had the best interests of her child at heart but she had the " don't method , " thoroughly in her nature . From the child's earliest recollection , he had heard but little else than ...
... Once upon a time there was a fond mother who no doubt had the best interests of her child at heart but she had the " don't method , " thoroughly in her nature . From the child's earliest recollection , he had heard but little else than ...
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... would not give up . Once when I was quite young , some red men built a camp fire close to me and if the wind had not I been my friend that day and carried the flame 24 The Old Pine Tree's Story By ANNA BOTSFORD COMSTOCK ...
... would not give up . Once when I was quite young , some red men built a camp fire close to me and if the wind had not I been my friend that day and carried the flame 24 The Old Pine Tree's Story By ANNA BOTSFORD COMSTOCK ...
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Página 172 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who from zone to zone Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my Steps aright.
Página 172 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
Página 172 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 47 - And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers; And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours, Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon; Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon Smooth away trouble...
Página 283 - A wise old owl lived in an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
Página 47 - And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames, And set them as a banner, that men may know, To dare the generations, burn, and blow Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming.
Página 5 - Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Página 27 - THE speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops a silvery veil; And all the valley is shut in By flickering curtains gray and thin. But cheerily the chickadee Singeth to me on fence and tree; The snow sails round him as he sings, White as the down of angels
Página 118 - Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called...
Página 138 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.