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The Chinampa Or Island Home: A Tale of Ancient Mexico (1852)
Mrs J. K. Sampson
No preview available - 2009
Aguilar appear arms banks beautiful became become birds body branches brave bright brought built called canoe cause cave cavern CHAPTER child Christian close Cortes Coyba cried dark dead dear death destroy dressed dwell Emperor father fell field flowers followed friends gardens gave girl gods gold grew hand heard heart heaven held hill hope idol Indian island kind knew lake language leaves Lina live looked Marina means Metata Mexicans Mexico Montezuma mother mountain Murelli night plant poor pray pretty priests reach received rest rich rock round saying seed seen sent side slave soon Spaniards spring stood strong sweet tell temple thought Tlaloc told took trees valley Wappy warm watched woman wood young Zemaco
Page 40 - He burneth part thereof in the fire, with part thereof he eateth flesh; he roasteth roast and is satisfied; yea, he warmeth himself and saith, "Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire." And the residue thereof he maketh a god, even his graven image; he falleth down unto it and worshippeth it and prayeth unto it and saith, "Deliver me; for thou art my God.
Page 14 - And then there was a little isle Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 39 - Remember the former things of old: For I am God, and there is none else; I am God, and there is none like me, Declaring the end from the beginning, And from ancient times the things that are not yet done, Saying, My counsel shall stand, And I will do all my pleasure...
Page 42 - Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Page 23 - What heavenly tints in mingling radiance fly! Each rapid movement gives a different dye. Like scales of burnished gold they dazzling show — Now sink to shade — now like a furnace glow.
Page 9 - ... scruples be no longer thine. The Maker justly claims that world he made, In this the right of Providence is laid ; Its sacred majesty through all depends On using second means to work his ends.
Page 16 - God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong ; I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. 'Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe That I was born on British ground ; Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound.
Page 46 - Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will refresh you,' and then shall you have happiness in this world, and, what is far better, happiness that is eternal.
Page 21 - ... for all the chiefs wore plumes and gorgeously embroidered surcoats, and there were banners and devices worked in gaudy hues, whilst the national standard displayed in exquisite feather-work and gold the armorial ensigns of the state. " Others of higher office were arrayed In feathery breastplates of more gorgeous hue Than the gay plumage of the mountain cock, Or pheasant's glittering pride. * • * • The golden glitterance, and the feather mail More gay than glittering gold ; and round the...