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... Ship's Carpenter's Story , The Skylark , The Soko , The Spring Squire's Prize , The HARVEST Heaven ( Music ) Hunter's Grave , The JULY , A SONG FOR .. KING OLAF'S SUNDAY .. .. .. " I WILL GIVE YOU REST " .. .. .. .. .. .. .. LEAD THOU ...
... Ship's Carpenter's Story , The Skylark , The Soko , The Spring Squire's Prize , The HARVEST Heaven ( Music ) Hunter's Grave , The JULY , A SONG FOR .. KING OLAF'S SUNDAY .. .. .. " I WILL GIVE YOU REST " .. .. .. .. .. .. .. LEAD THOU ...
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... Ship's Carpenter's Story , The 116 400 .. Skylark , The 396 Tom the Engineer Trap - door Spider , Lesson from the 174 .. 96 299 Soko , The 173 .. Spring 309 VIC WHITNEY'S REVENGE 154 .. .. .. 489 Squire's Prize , The 212 Village Hero ...
... Ship's Carpenter's Story , The 116 400 .. Skylark , The 396 Tom the Engineer Trap - door Spider , Lesson from the 174 .. 96 299 Soko , The 173 .. Spring 309 VIC WHITNEY'S REVENGE 154 .. .. .. 489 Squire's Prize , The 212 Village Hero ...
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... ship . In the centre marched several files of men and women shackled together , an ill - favoured set for the most part , whose looks bespoke them worthy of whatever might be now in store for them . On each side they were escorted by an ...
... ship . In the centre marched several files of men and women shackled together , an ill - favoured set for the most part , whose looks bespoke them worthy of whatever might be now in store for them . On each side they were escorted by an ...
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... ship - yards and wharves . No. 65 ; yes , this must be Mr. Hoole's office , as unpretending as any of the rest . Martin mounted the steps , and , with a loudly beating heart , and fast- oozing courage , rang the bell . CHAPTER II ...
... ship - yards and wharves . No. 65 ; yes , this must be Mr. Hoole's office , as unpretending as any of the rest . Martin mounted the steps , and , with a loudly beating heart , and fast- oozing courage , rang the bell . CHAPTER II ...
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... ship - yard , to Poole . " Martin was dismissed , and hurried off to fulfil his commission . " Hoole's ship - yard " was some considerable dis- tance from St. Auland's Street , and the walk to and from that hospital for decayed vessels ...
... ship - yard , to Poole . " Martin was dismissed , and hurried off to fulfil his commission . " Hoole's ship - yard " was some considerable dis- tance from St. Auland's Street , and the walk to and from that hospital for decayed vessels ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 450 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
Page 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,
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 !'
Page 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.
Page 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!