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... rock , waved his hat , and shouted in tones that rang like a clarion , " Liberty ! LIBERTY ! LIBERTY ! to every one that shall man the boats , and go to the rescue ! " 3. Hushed the people's swelling murmur , List the boy's exultant cry ...
... rock , waved his hat , and shouted in tones that rang like a clarion , " Liberty ! LIBERTY ! LIBERTY ! to every one that shall man the boats , and go to the rescue ! " 3. Hushed the people's swelling murmur , List the boy's exultant cry ...
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... declare . I am a spirit . High and Loud . 3. Come one ! come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. * From guttur , the throat . Slow Movement . 4. The heavens declare the glory of INTRODUCTION . xxi.
... declare . I am a spirit . High and Loud . 3. Come one ! come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. * From guttur , the throat . Slow Movement . 4. The heavens declare the glory of INTRODUCTION . xxi.
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... rock projecting into the sea ; a headland . Sleep'ers , pieces of timber laid to support the rails . Tel'e gram , a dispatch sent by telegraph .. LESSON V. WORK AND PLAY . 1. Labor is the lot of man and the law of his being . All men ...
... rock projecting into the sea ; a headland . Sleep'ers , pieces of timber laid to support the rails . Tel'e gram , a dispatch sent by telegraph .. LESSON V. WORK AND PLAY . 1. Labor is the lot of man and the law of his being . All men ...
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... huge , rough stones from out the mine , Unsightly and unfair , Have veins of purest metal hid Beneath the surface there . [ 9od of bak Few rocks so bare but to their hights Some tiny 50 NEW GRADED SERIES . LITTLE BROWN HANDS.
... huge , rough stones from out the mine , Unsightly and unfair , Have veins of purest metal hid Beneath the surface there . [ 9od of bak Few rocks so bare but to their hights Some tiny 50 NEW GRADED SERIES . LITTLE BROWN HANDS.
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First[-fifth] Reader. Few rocks so bare but to their hights Some tiny moss - plant clings ; And round the peaks so desolate , The sea - bird sits and sings . Believe me , too , that rugged souls , Beneath their rudeness , hide Much that ...
First[-fifth] Reader. Few rocks so bare but to their hights Some tiny moss - plant clings ; And round the peaks so desolate , The sea - bird sits and sings . Believe me , too , that rugged souls , Beneath their rudeness , hide Much that ...
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Page 327 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 327 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time — Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, — boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible ! Even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee : thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 95 - Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living, and kept close from the fowls of the air. Destruction and death say, We have heard the fame thereof with our ears.
Page 95 - When he made a decree for the rain, And a way for the lightning of the thunder : Then did he see it, and declare it ; He prepared it, yea, and searched it out. And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom ; And to depart from evil is understanding.
Page 95 - There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen : The lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.
Page xvii - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 236 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
Page 95 - But where shall wisdom be found ? and where is the place of understanding ? Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me : and the sea saith, It is not with me.
Page 199 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 170 - Miserable they ! Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun ; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long, long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible.