New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standardJames Ridgway 1873 |
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11 inches 16 Maps 32 Maps 9 inches an-i-mals an-oth-er ARITHMETIC ATLAS OF CLASSICAL ATLAS OF HISTORICAL ATLAS OF PHYSICAL BLANK PROJECTIONS bot-tle bright cherries CHINESE PIG CLASSICAL GEOGRAPHY cloth lettered consisting of 32 Copious Index cov-er-ed CROWN ATLAS DALZIEL BROTHERS Demy 4to Descriptive Letterpress Duke eggs Extra Fcap fairy ring feath-ers Freddie give Glasgow glow-worm gold Good-night ground Grumph hare Harry Herriot Hill HISTORICAL GEOGRAPHY horse shoe Illustrated Imperial 16mo Imperial 4to Imperial 8vo in-side James Bryce Lady Moon laugh Leonhard Schmitz lessons Letterpress Description little bird LL.D Lord Houghton mother mounted on Guards Neat Wrapper nest o'er PHYSICAL GEOGRAPHY pigs POCKET ATLAS Pussy scratch-ed SCRIPTURE GEOGRAPHY seed shil-ling shine sil-ver silk-worm sing sleep some-times soon sov-e-reign spark-ling Standard stay Stiff Cover Stiff Wrapper Stout Drawing Paper STUDENT'S ATLAS tell trees tur-key ve-ge-ta-bles Verbs wolf
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Side 84 - THE twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light, And a little face at the window Peers out into the night. Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's...
Side 89 - MOON, Lady Moon, where are you roving? ^~* Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; You are too bold: I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea.
Side 12 - Roll on, roll on, you restless waves, that toss about and roar ! Why do you all run back again when you have reached the shore ? Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves — roll higher up the strand ! How is it that you...
Side 80 - SOLEMNLY, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the light ; Toil comes with the morning, And rest with the night. Dark grow the windows, And quenched is the fire ; Sound fades into silence, — All footsteps retire. No voice in the chambers, No sound in the hall ! Sleep and oblivion Reign over all ! II.
Side 67 - I am very bright. I rise in the east ; and when I rise, then it is day. I look in at your window with my bright golden eye, and tell you when it is time to get up ; and I say, Sluggard, get up ; I do not shine for you to lie in your bed and sleep, but I shine for you to get up and work, and read and walk about.
Side 69 - THE WATER-MILL. •' ANY grist for the Mill ? " How merrily it goes ! Flap, flap, flap, flap, While the water flows. Round-about and round-about, The heavy mill-stones grind, And the dust flies all about the mill, And makes the Miller blind. " Any grist for the Mill ? " The jolly farmer packs His wagon with a heavy load.
Side 44 - Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Side 67 - I am coming : but the Owl and the Bat fly away when they see me, and hide themselves in old walls and hollow trees : and the Lion and the Tiger go into their dens and caves, where they sleep all the day.
Side 40 - ll be fairies on the green, Sporting round the fairy queen. Like the seasons of the year, Round we circle in a sphere : I 'll be summer, you 'll be spring, Dancing in a fairy ring. Harry will be winter wild, Little Charlie, autumn mild ; Summer, autumn, winter, spring, Dancing in a fairy ring. Spring and summer glide away, Autumn comes with tresses gray, Winter, hand in hand with spring, Dancing in a fairy ring. Faster ! faster ! round we go, While our cheeks like roses glow. Free as birds upon the...
Side 89 - ... Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me. Are you not tired with rolling and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; You are too bold; I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me.