The New code, 1871. The useful knowledge reading books, ed. by E.T. Stevens and C. Hole. 6 girls' standardsEdward Thomas Stevens 1873 |
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The New code, 1871. The useful knowledge reading books, ed. by E.T. Stevens ... Edward Thomas Stevens Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
The New code, 1871. The useful knowledge reading books, ed. by E.T. Stevens ... Edward Thomas Stevens Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
The New code, 1871. The useful knowledge reading books, ed. by E.T. Stevens ... Edward Thomas Stevens Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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Side 200 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 133 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was as still as she could be ; Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell. The...
Side 135 - the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore.' 'Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Side 179 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The Prairies. I behold them for the first, ; And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Side 181 - A race, that long has passed away, Built them ; a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.
Side 135 - Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away, He scour'd the seas for many a day; And now grown rich with plunder'd store, He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away.
Side 67 - My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there ! I cannot make him dead! When passing by the bed, So long watched over with parental care, My spirit and my eye Seek him inquiringly, Before the thought comes, that — he is not there!
Side 181 - The red man came — The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and fierce, And the mound-builders vanished from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt.
Side 198 - Roll on ! thou deep and dark blue ocean— roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; man marks the earth with ruin — his control stops with the shore; upon the watery plain the wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain a shadow of man's ravage — save his own, when, for a moment, like a drop of rain, he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown...
Side 134 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring — . ..„ . It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess; But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the bell and float : Quoth he, "My men, put out the boat; And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.