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... killed or imprisoned other people he found in his country . Mr. Dean got the help he wished . The officers in the King's ships which were near Algiers were told to find out whether there was an English prisoner in the country , and if ...
... killed or imprisoned other people he found in his country . Mr. Dean got the help he wished . The officers in the King's ships which were near Algiers were told to find out whether there was an English prisoner in the country , and if ...
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... killed . If you have ever been to the Zoo and seen a panther , you would feel glad that strong iron bars were between you . Those who have not seen one , will learn from the following story that it is by no means a pleasant thing to ...
... killed . If you have ever been to the Zoo and seen a panther , you would feel glad that strong iron bars were between you . Those who have not seen one , will learn from the following story that it is by no means a pleasant thing to ...
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... kill him . He was dressed in a stout leather hunting coat and hood , which no doubt saved him from being severely wounded , if not from being killed outright . Besides his gun , he was armed with a long , sharp hunting - knife , which ...
... kill him . He was dressed in a stout leather hunting coat and hood , which no doubt saved him from being severely wounded , if not from being killed outright . Besides his gun , he was armed with a long , sharp hunting - knife , which ...
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... killed , and others wounded . Two of the ships - one on each side - sank , and many brave fellows went down with them . The shot and shell tore the sails and rigging , made holes in the sides of the ships , and often set them on fire ...
... killed , and others wounded . Two of the ships - one on each side - sank , and many brave fellows went down with them . The shot and shell tore the sails and rigging , made holes in the sides of the ships , and often set them on fire ...
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... kill or to capture it . The hunter generally covers his head and shoulders with the skin and feathers of an ostrich . He allows the head and neck to hang down , as if he were a bird quietly feeding . He sits down and covers himself with ...
... kill or to capture it . The hunter generally covers his head and shoulders with the skin and feathers of an ostrich . He allows the head and neck to hang down , as if he were a bird quietly feeding . He sits down and covers himself with ...
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Page 51 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 111 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 124 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember...
Page 33 - A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new , A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame. The thought was small, its issue great; a watch.fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!
Page 157 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 148 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Page 51 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — • The tree is living yet...
Page 32 - And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs the birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern, A passing...