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... covering , usually of steel iron or brass , which pro- tects the body in battle . Breast'plate , that part of the armor which protects the breast . surrounding Shield , a broad . flat piece of ar- Hěl'met , that part of the armor which ...
... covering , usually of steel iron or brass , which pro- tects the body in battle . Breast'plate , that part of the armor which protects the breast . surrounding Shield , a broad . flat piece of ar- Hěl'met , that part of the armor which ...
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... ' child and make to sea with his prey . 4. The father , as may be supposed , was horrified at the sight , and , for a moment , dazed ; but he soon re- covered , and , drawing a long knife which he PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 59.
... ' child and make to sea with his prey . 4. The father , as may be supposed , was horrified at the sight , and , for a moment , dazed ; but he soon re- covered , and , drawing a long knife which he PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 59.
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covered , and , drawing a long knife which he carried in his cummerbund , plunged after the shark . I was on the beach at the time and saw the whole affair . 5. The man disappeared , but rose again , the shark near him , and both ...
covered , and , drawing a long knife which he carried in his cummerbund , plunged after the shark . I was on the beach at the time and saw the whole affair . 5. The man disappeared , but rose again , the shark near him , and both ...
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... covering ; beasts and birds depart for regions sheltered or more congenial ; humanity huddles in subterraneous dens ; all nature sinks into repose . The little heat left by the retreating sun soon radiates out into the deep blue realms ...
... covering ; beasts and birds depart for regions sheltered or more congenial ; humanity huddles in subterraneous dens ; all nature sinks into repose . The little heat left by the retreating sun soon radiates out into the deep blue realms ...
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... if the thin wall is not sufficiently translucent , a piece of ice is fitted in for a window . 7. Seats , tables , and even sleeping - places , are made with frozen snow , and covered with reindeer or seal 80 FOURTH READER .
... if the thin wall is not sufficiently translucent , a piece of ice is fitted in for a window . 7. Seats , tables , and even sleeping - places , are made with frozen snow , and covered with reindeer or seal 80 FOURTH READER .
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Page 203 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 202 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 150 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 165 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it. Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Page 239 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 135 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 74 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 225 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out...
Page 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...