New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standardJames Ridgway 1873 |
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... Walk in the Fields , XXXI . - The Better Land , XXXII . - A Walk in the Fields , XXXIII . -God Provideth for the Morrow , XXXIV . - Alice's Dream , XXXV . - There's a Charm in Spring , XXXVI . - Harry and Archie , XXXVII . — Sunny Days ...
... Walk in the Fields , XXXI . - The Better Land , XXXII . - A Walk in the Fields , XXXIII . -God Provideth for the Morrow , XXXIV . - Alice's Dream , XXXV . - There's a Charm in Spring , XXXVI . - Harry and Archie , XXXVII . — Sunny Days ...
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... walking , the animal has a very awkward appearance , owing to the thickness of its body and the structure of its hind feet , which are more useful for swimming than for walking . The beaver is covered with a thick fur , generally a ...
... walking , the animal has a very awkward appearance , owing to the thickness of its body and the structure of its hind feet , which are more useful for swimming than for walking . The beaver is covered with a thick fur , generally a ...
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... , through the woods as we stray , Will chase ev'ry sorrow away ! The heart with new transport delighting . Away , to the chase , come away ! Fitzball's Lurline . IX . - A WALK IN A GARDEN . ON THIRD STANDARD . 21 -The Chase,
... , through the woods as we stray , Will chase ev'ry sorrow away ! The heart with new transport delighting . Away , to the chase , come away ! Fitzball's Lurline . IX . - A WALK IN A GARDEN . ON THIRD STANDARD . 21 -The Chase,
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... walk , is a fine bed of tulips , which came to this country from Asia Minor , near the Black Sea . See what beautiful colours there are , yellow , blue , red ; and some are variegated , two colours mixed together in streaks and spots ...
... walk , is a fine bed of tulips , which came to this country from Asia Minor , near the Black Sea . See what beautiful colours there are , yellow , blue , red ; and some are variegated , two colours mixed together in streaks and spots ...
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... WALK IN A GARDEN- ( Continued ) . straw - ber - ries rasp - ber - ries let - tuce THE SILK - WORM . mul - ber - ry . goose - ber - ry pi - geon co - coon chry - sa - lis pre - par - ing " You promised , gardener , to show us your silk ...
... WALK IN A GARDEN- ( Continued ) . straw - ber - ries rasp - ber - ries let - tuce THE SILK - WORM . mul - ber - ry . goose - ber - ry pi - geon co - coon chry - sa - lis pre - par - ing " You promised , gardener , to show us your silk ...
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Alice Archie ARCHIE-continued Archie's ARITHMETIC asked better Bill Savage Bill Sykes Brashnah cloth coloured cried Harry Croesus crowd crowns Curd dark dead dear Dick DICTATION EXERCISES door dormouse Edward Edward Rivers eyes face falling factory father Fcap feeling fell fire flowers garden gave GEOGRAPHY geranium girl gone hand Harry's hatter head hear heard heart hoopoes jury King Solomon kitten knew laugh leaves Lewis Carroll looked Manly master milk mind moon morning mother Nannie nettles never night numbers orphan pale poor pushing quickly red cloak red queen round seemed sergeant side slate sleep soldier Solon soon sorrow Standard stood tears tell there's Thespis things thistle thou thought to-morrow Tom Jones turned uncle village voice walk white rabbit wild William wind window word young
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Página 141 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich !She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 143 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 154 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm,. His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. " Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pips, And a scornful...
Página 108 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 143 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 52 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 142 - Men! with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Página 141 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 155 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Página 154 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and...