New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standardJames Ridgway 1873 |
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Pagina 11
... thing I was upon , I resolved to make some as large as I could , and fit only to stand like jars to hold what should be put into them . It would make the reader pity me , or rather ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE . 11 Adventures of ...
... thing I was upon , I resolved to make some as large as I could , and fit only to stand like jars to hold what should be put into them . It would make the reader pity me , or rather ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE . 11 Adventures of ...
Pagina 12
... things I made ; how many of them fell in , and how many fell out , the clay not being stiff enough to bear its own weight ; how many cracked by the over - violent heat of the sun , being set out too hastily ; and how many fell in pieces ...
... things I made ; how many of them fell in , and how many fell out , the clay not being stiff enough to bear its own weight ; how many cracked by the over - violent heat of the sun , being set out too hastily ; and how many fell in pieces ...
Pagina 13
... thing of so mean a nature was ever equal to mine , when I found I had made an earthen pot that would bear the fire ; and I had hardly patience to stay till they were cold , before I set one on the fire again with some water in it to ...
... thing of so mean a nature was ever equal to mine , when I found I had made an earthen pot that would bear the fire ; and I had hardly patience to stay till they were cold , before I set one on the fire again with some water in it to ...
Pagina 25
... thing , however , to get back . The master's desk was high , and it was difficult for the boy to climb up on it , and get a firm footing . He managed it at last , however ; and grasping the window frame firmly , sprang up to the ledge ...
... thing , however , to get back . The master's desk was high , and it was difficult for the boy to climb up on it , and get a firm footing . He managed it at last , however ; and grasping the window frame firmly , sprang up to the ledge ...
Pagina 26
... thing for him- his trousers were black and would show no stains ; but he could not keep the handkerchief , and if the boy it be- longed to should hunt for it , and find it , what a fuss there would be . He decided that he had better ...
... thing for him- his trousers were black and would show no stains ; but he could not keep the handkerchief , and if the boy it be- longed to should hunt for it , and find it , what a fuss there would be . He decided that he had better ...
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New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standard James Ridgway Volledige weergave - 1873 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Africa America arms army Asia ball Barford battle BATTLE OF OTTERBURN Bay of Biscay beautiful boat body boys bread called camel castle Charley colour Columbus Constable continent Count of Alençon daughter dead dictation prize Douglas Earl Edward enemy England English Europe Excelsior eyes father Fcap feet fell fire flowers French Genoese globe grass hand head Henry Henry VI Hooper Hope hour isthmus John kick king lakes light live London look Lord Mediterranean Sea mountains nest never night North Norton Norton rose numbers o'er ocean Osbert Palace of Westminster paper pass Percy play poor Prince of Wales Rector Redwing river round running rushed sail says scene Scottish seen ship Shorwell shouted side sleep soon South South America stood stream thee Thorpe thou thought took tree victory whole wind Witherby
Populaire passages
Pagina 171 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Pagina 44 - Excelsior! ,Try not the Pass!' the old man said; ¡Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Pagina 73 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh! too strong for human hand. The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Pagina 106 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Pagina 171 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Pagina 160 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
Pagina 43 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Pagina 170 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 106 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Pagina 105 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...