Oceanus, Or, A Peaceful Progress O'er the Unpathed Sea |
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... trees , whose arching boughs , meeting over our heads , sheltered us from the mid - day glare . Here in the winter we used to trundle our hoops ; and in the summer stroll about to gather bright berries from the hedges to make chains for ...
... trees , whose arching boughs , meeting over our heads , sheltered us from the mid - day glare . Here in the winter we used to trundle our hoops ; and in the summer stroll about to gather bright berries from the hedges to make chains for ...
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... trees . " EMMA . " Poor little mice ! I dare say they had rather be play- things for children than be drowned . " CHARLES . " They need no fishing - tackle for their sport ; I sup- pose they catch them in their hands . Do you know ...
... trees . " EMMA . " Poor little mice ! I dare say they had rather be play- things for children than be drowned . " CHARLES . " They need no fishing - tackle for their sport ; I sup- pose they catch them in their hands . Do you know ...
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... trees grow there . But God , who made man of the dust , also promised to supply his wants , and most wonderfully is this exemplified with regard to Greenland . To provide the inhabitants with the means of warming and nourishing their ...
... trees grow there . But God , who made man of the dust , also promised to supply his wants , and most wonderfully is this exemplified with regard to Greenland . To provide the inhabitants with the means of warming and nourishing their ...
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... trees . " MR . WILTON . " The present houses of the Icelanders differ little from those used by their ancestors , who first colonized the island , and are , no doubt , the best fitted for the climate . They are only one story high ; the ...
... trees . " MR . WILTON . " The present houses of the Icelanders differ little from those used by their ancestors , who first colonized the island , and are , no doubt , the best fitted for the climate . They are only one story high ; the ...
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... tree growing in Spitzbergen is the dwarf willow , which rises to the vast height of two inches ! towering with great pride ... trees . To whom does this very fertile island belong ? " MRS . WILTON . " To the Russians ; and 154 OCEANUS .
... tree growing in Spitzbergen is the dwarf willow , which rises to the vast height of two inches ! towering with great pride ... trees . To whom does this very fertile island belong ? " MRS . WILTON . " To the Russians ; and 154 OCEANUS .
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animal appearance Atlantic Ocean BARRAUD beautiful birds boat Borneo called Cape Cape Colony captain Captain Cook carried CHARLES chief civilised climate coast colour covered crew crocodile dear deck delightful DORA dreadful EMMA endeavoured English exclaimed eyes fear feet fertile fish Frederic friends George gold GRANDY Grandy's Greenland Gulf Gulf of Finland Gulf of St hand happy harbour head heard inhabitants island Isle of Thanet Isles ladies lakes land largest latitude look Madagascar mamma missionaries mother mountains natives navigators nearly negroes never night North Sea Ocean Pacific Ocean papa pass Pitcairn's Island Polynesia poor port-holes possess principal remarkable rivers rocks sail sailors savage scarcely serpent ship shores side slaves STANLEY Straits Sumatra tell thing town trees vessel voyage whale WILTON wind woman women
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Page 67 - twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine. ' Nay, nay, my little girl,' quoth he ; ' It was a famous victory. ' And everybody praised the Duke, Who such a fight did win.' ' But what good came of it at last ? ' Quoth little Peterkin. ' Why, that I cannot tell,' said he,
Page 204 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Page 187 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 59 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main:...
Page 67 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 13 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shall be : Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own.
Page 67 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 14 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Page 186 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These...
Page 13 - Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.