The Heart of Oak Books, Book 4Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D. C. Heath & Company, 1895 - Literature |
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... trees , which fortune seemed to have preserved in this place for my safety . Having reached the land , I lay down upon the ground half dead , until the sun appeared . Then , though I was very feeble , both from hard labor and want of ...
... trees , which fortune seemed to have preserved in this place for my safety . Having reached the land , I lay down upon the ground half dead , until the sun appeared . Then , though I was very feeble , both from hard labor and want of ...
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... trees , but we could see neither man nor animal . We went to take a little fresh air in the meadows , along the streams that watered them . Whilst some diverted We themselves with gathering flowers , and others , fruits , THE HEART OF ...
... trees , but we could see neither man nor animal . We went to take a little fresh air in the meadows , along the streams that watered them . Whilst some diverted We themselves with gathering flowers , and others , fruits , THE HEART OF ...
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... trees , which formed a thick shade . I made a good meal , and afterwards fell asleep . I cannot tell how long I ... tree , from whence I looked about on all sides , to see if I could discover anything that could give me hopes . When ...
... trees , which formed a thick shade . I made a good meal , and afterwards fell asleep . I cannot tell how long I ... tree , from whence I looked about on all sides , to see if I could discover anything that could give me hopes . When ...
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... tree . I tied myself strongly to it with my turban , in hopes that the roc , next morning , would carry me with her out of this desert island . " After having passed the night in this condition , the bird flew away as soon as it was ...
... tree . I tied myself strongly to it with my turban , in hopes that the roc , next morning , would carry me with her out of this desert island . " After having passed the night in this condition , the bird flew away as soon as it was ...
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... trees grow that yield camphire . This tree is so large , and its branches so thick , that one hundred men may easily sit under its shade . The juice , of which the camphire is made , exudes from a hole bored in the upper part of the tree ...
... trees grow that yield camphire . This tree is so large , and its branches so thick , that one hundred men may easily sit under its shade . The juice , of which the camphire is made , exudes from a hole bored in the upper part of the tree ...
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Page 292 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and...
Page 290 - 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?
Page 291 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 223 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Page 271 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 273 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 283 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 69 - I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king; And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime, this also shall be known : But now delay not: take Excalibur, And fling him far into the middle mere: Watch what thou see'st, and lightly bring me word.
Page 244 - NOBLY, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey ; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Page 222 - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.