New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standardJames Ridgway 1873 |
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Side 29 - cry; But give to me the swelling breeze, And white waves heaving high. The white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud: And hark, the
Side 29 - the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. " Oh ! for a soft and gentle wind i" I hear a fair voice cry; But give to me the swelling breeze,
Side 20 - are grazing, Their heads never raising— There are forty, feeding like one. Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill. The ploughboy is whooping—anon, anon: There's joy in the mountains, There's life in the fountains, Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky pre-vail-ing, The rain is over and gone. Wordsworth.
Side 49 - BLIND BOY. OH say what is that thing called light, Which I must ne'er enjoy? What are the blessings of the sight ? Oh tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Make it
Side 110 - THE OLD YEAR. FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing; Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the Old Year lies a-dying. Old Year, you must not die, You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old Year you shall not die.
Side 83 - trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, And the rack it came rolling up ragged and brown; But men must work and women must weep, Though storms be sudden and waters deep, And the
Side 45 - go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands of Dee!" The western wind was wild and dark with foam, And all alone went she.
Side 29 - WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And nils the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And
Side 36 - birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again ? " And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh, while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more !"
Side 111 - we'll dearly rue for you, Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack! our friend is gone, Close up his eyes, tie up his chin ; Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone,