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Side 14
... special senses . .... I do not propose to offer you a catalogue of the arts which our unclothedness compels us to foster . The shivering savage in the colder countries robs the seal and the bear , the 14 MAN AND THE INDUSTRIAL ARTS .
... special senses . .... I do not propose to offer you a catalogue of the arts which our unclothedness compels us to foster . The shivering savage in the colder countries robs the seal and the bear , the 14 MAN AND THE INDUSTRIAL ARTS .
Side 15
Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd. colder countries robs the seal and the bear , the buffalo and the deer , of the one mantle which nature has given them . The wild huntsman , by a swift but simple transmutation , becomes the clothier , the ...
Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd. colder countries robs the seal and the bear , the buffalo and the deer , of the one mantle which nature has given them . The wild huntsman , by a swift but simple transmutation , becomes the clothier , the ...
Side 26
... bear the weight ; Yet ' tis but a little portion Of the widow's whole estate . Side by side with that poor widow Must thou stand , at Allah's bar ; And in that majestic presence Prince and beggar equal are . And if thou , O Prince ! art ...
... bear the weight ; Yet ' tis but a little portion Of the widow's whole estate . Side by side with that poor widow Must thou stand , at Allah's bar ; And in that majestic presence Prince and beggar equal are . And if thou , O Prince ! art ...
Side 30
... bear , a lily - blossom , To a sunnier clime above ; There to lay thee in a bosom Warm with more than mother's love . Happy thou , so timely gathered From a region cold and bare , To bloom on , a flower unwithered , Through an endless ...
... bear , a lily - blossom , To a sunnier clime above ; There to lay thee in a bosom Warm with more than mother's love . Happy thou , so timely gathered From a region cold and bare , To bloom on , a flower unwithered , Through an endless ...
Side 34
... bear to our shores the produce of every clime . Labour brings us Indian rice and American cotton ; African ivory and Greenland oil ; fruits from the sunny South and furs from the frozen North ; tea from the East and sugar from the West ...
... bear to our shores the produce of every clime . Labour brings us Indian rice and American cotton ; African ivory and Greenland oil ; fruits from the sunny South and furs from the frozen North ; tea from the East and sugar from the West ...
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ancient animals arms Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul bird blood Boabdil brave breast breath brow Bruges Brutus Cæsar Carthage Carthaginians clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert earth enemy Enniskilleners face fear feet fire frigate gaze glory hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour human Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living Loch Katrine look Lord Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never Nevermore night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces passed Pilgrim's Progress plain Prince Rephaim rock Rome round Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side sight silent sleep smile soldier soul spirit stars stood sweet sword tears thee thou hast thought thousand tomb trees valleys voice walls wave weary wild wind wonderful word
Populære passager
Side 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Side 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Side 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Side 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Side 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Side 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Side 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.