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... took long walks at morning and nightfall , talking and planning together . The young 201 poet then went to London , where he spent several months and then took another tour , this time visit- ing Wales . The next winter was spent in ...
... took long walks at morning and nightfall , talking and planning together . The young 201 poet then went to London , where he spent several months and then took another tour , this time visit- ing Wales . The next winter was spent in ...
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... took refuge in the depths . Even as late as the 5th of December , one year , I 25 saw some dimples on the surface , and thinking it was going to rain hard immediately , the air being full of mist , I made haste to take my place at the ...
... took refuge in the depths . Even as late as the 5th of December , one year , I 25 saw some dimples on the surface , and thinking it was going to rain hard immediately , the air being full of mist , I made haste to take my place at the ...
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... took the place of an Indian one of the same material 25 but more graceful construction , which perchance had first been a tree on the bank , and then , as it were , fell into the water , to float there for a generation , the most proper ...
... took the place of an Indian one of the same material 25 but more graceful construction , which perchance had first been a tree on the bank , and then , as it were , fell into the water , to float there for a generation , the most proper ...
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... took in them ; how you 15 found the book and learned the whole piece by heart . I then felt such a motherly contentment at your fine recitation and good memory that I resolved to give the whole wooden troop to your own disposal . ” ― By ...
... took in them ; how you 15 found the book and learned the whole piece by heart . I then felt such a motherly contentment at your fine recitation and good memory that I resolved to give the whole wooden troop to your own disposal . ” ― By ...
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... took place in the character of the whirlpool . The slope of the sides of the vast funnel became less and less steep . The gyrations of the whirl grew gradually less and less violent . By degrees the froth and the rainbow 20 disappeared ...
... took place in the character of the whirlpool . The slope of the sides of the vast funnel became less and less steep . The gyrations of the whirl grew gradually less and less violent . By degrees the froth and the rainbow 20 disappeared ...
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Page 227 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 314 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 44 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 65 - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 45 - It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Page 228 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 186 - A corse between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Page 228 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 376 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Page 46 - 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.