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... Heat The Wind The Theory of Tides SCIENCE . PAGE Herschel 201 Daniel 204 Arnott 207 POETRY . . Arnott 208 Readings in Science 210 Arnott 212 Higgins 214 F.P. Nichols 215 The Convolvulus Major The War of the League Langsyne The Rainbow ...
... Heat The Wind The Theory of Tides SCIENCE . PAGE Herschel 201 Daniel 204 Arnott 207 POETRY . . Arnott 208 Readings in Science 210 Arnott 212 Higgins 214 F.P. Nichols 215 The Convolvulus Major The War of the League Langsyne The Rainbow ...
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... heat has retarded me more than I expected . " - " Commander of the faithful , " said Abizar , I have been security for this youth without ever having known any- thing of him , and inspired with confidence in him solely through his ...
... heat has retarded me more than I expected . " - " Commander of the faithful , " said Abizar , I have been security for this youth without ever having known any- thing of him , and inspired with confidence in him solely through his ...
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... heat preyed upon his strength ; he then looked round about him for some more commodious path . He saw , on his right - hand , a grove that seemed to wave its shades as a sign of invitation ; he entered it , and found the coolness and ...
... heat preyed upon his strength ; he then looked round about him for some more commodious path . He saw , on his right - hand , a grove that seemed to wave its shades as a sign of invitation ; he entered it , and found the coolness and ...
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... heat had assembled in the shade , and sometimes amused himself with plucking the flowers that covered the banks on either side , or the fruits that hung upon the branches . At last the green path began to decline from its first ten ...
... heat had assembled in the shade , and sometimes amused himself with plucking the flowers that covered the banks on either side , or the fruits that hung upon the branches . At last the green path began to decline from its first ten ...
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... heat was tempered by a fresh cold air which blew across the desert , though not strongly enough to lift the sand . I could not endure to mar the prospect by look- ing at it through a veil , and found my parasol quite suffi- cient ...
... heat was tempered by a fresh cold air which blew across the desert , though not strongly enough to lift the sand . I could not endure to mar the prospect by look- ing at it through a veil , and found my parasol quite suffi- cient ...
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Aldhelm animal appear Arab Archias bamboos beautiful birds Bishop BISHOP OF SHERBORNE Bishop Wilson blessed body branches bright called Catiline Christ Christianity Church Cimbrian war colours columns creatures dark death delight divine doth earth enemy eyes feet fire flowers frequently give glory greatest ground hand happy hath heard heart heaven height helmet of Navarre Herculaneum Himalayas holy honour houses Idumea ISAAC NEWTON king labour Lapland length light living look Lord mind mole morning mountains narch nature nest never night nightingale noble pass Periander person pleasure Pompeii poor praise present racter rein-deer religion rising rock Roman ruins sapadilla seen side snow song soul spirit stone stork sweet thee things thou thought tion travellers trees turn unto voice walls whole WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM wind wisdom wonder Wykeham
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Seite 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Seite 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Seite 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Seite 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Seite 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Seite 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Seite 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.