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... morning Sandy pushed off his boat , and rowed to the point nearest the workhouse . Mooring in a little creek , he wended his way to the staring red building , which , in common with the other fishermen , he regarded with feelings of ...
... morning Sandy pushed off his boat , and rowed to the point nearest the workhouse . Mooring in a little creek , he wended his way to the staring red building , which , in common with the other fishermen , he regarded with feelings of ...
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... morning sun is gilding the sleepless sea , and marking out in broad , beautiful masses of ever - changing light and shadow the hills sloping gently far away inland , and I will take you to a hollow some five miles further along the ...
... morning sun is gilding the sleepless sea , and marking out in broad , beautiful masses of ever - changing light and shadow the hills sloping gently far away inland , and I will take you to a hollow some five miles further along the ...
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... morning Sandy pushed off his boat , and rowed to the point nearest the workhouse . Mooring in a little creek , he wended his way to the staring red building , which , in common with the other fishermen , he regarded with feelings of ...
... morning Sandy pushed off his boat , and rowed to the point nearest the workhouse . Mooring in a little creek , he wended his way to the staring red building , which , in common with the other fishermen , he regarded with feelings of ...
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... morning , as a curtain rolls away For a drama's tragic action in which none but heroes play . And athwart the sea to starboard waved the colours high and free Of the famous fighting squadron that usurped the southern sea . Quick the ...
... morning , as a curtain rolls away For a drama's tragic action in which none but heroes play . And athwart the sea to starboard waved the colours high and free Of the famous fighting squadron that usurped the southern sea . Quick the ...
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... morning with the first glimmer of daylight to paint . It was his master's order that he should sleep in the studio ; so it is not surprising that in an atmosphere he so dearly loved he never overslept himself . One morning , while the ...
... morning with the first glimmer of daylight to paint . It was his master's order that he should sleep in the studio ; so it is not surprising that in an atmosphere he so dearly loved he never overslept himself . One morning , while the ...
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Alexander Selkirk answered asked beautiful Bessy Binks blessed boat brother Burlham Bushmen called captain Cargill child Christ cottage cried Dan Roberts dark dear death Deborah Sampson Denny Denny's eyes face father feel gave Gideon Hoole's girl give Grenton hand head heard heart hippopotamus Hoole hope hour Jesus Kelpie knew Kuruman land Lewis Linyanti lion live look Lord Maida Makololo Marling Martin master mind missionaries morning mother Naples natives never night Old Bailey once paper passed poor prayer PRIZE round seemed Sekeletu ship side soko soon stood story strange sure tell thee things thou thought told Tom Banks took turned Vandroosten Varcourt vessel voice waggon watched wild wonder words young YOUNG ENGLAND zinc
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Seite 450 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Seite 273 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Seite 450 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
Seite 450 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Seite 14 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 452 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Seite 402 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Seite 381 - I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my Love loves me !'
Seite 293 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 394 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!