The illustrated geographical reader. Standards 1-2, 4-6/7 |
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Africa America amid animals Arctic Arctic Ocean Asia Atlantic Australia banks basin beautiful boat British Canterbury Plains Cape Caribbean Sea cattle centre climate cloth coast colour coral desert earth east Elizavetpol England English Europe European Fcap feet fertile fierce flocks flood flow flowers forests formed gardens grass Gulf Gulf of Mexico Gulf Stream hills Himalaya Hindoo horses immense India inhabitants islands lakes land live maize Manitoba Mexico miles long millions moon mountains nations natives night ocean Orinoco Pacific Pacific Ocean Paraguay pass plains plants population prairie pron Queensland race rain regions rich rises river round rush sail sand sheep shore Siberia snow soil South Island southern square miles steamers Strait strange stream streets SUMMARY surface Tahiti thousands town trade travellers trees tropical valley vast vegetation vessel volcanic waves wealth wild wind winter Zealand
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Page 237 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 237 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And sendst him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth; there let him lay.
Page 12 - And he looked, and behold a well in the field, and, lo, there were three flocks of sheep lying by it ; for out of that well they watered the flocks: and a great stone was upon the well's mouth.
Page 237 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Page 241 - Twas so bold, that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig or the gentleman's cloak. Through the forest it roared, and cried gaily, " Now, You sturdy old oaks ! I'll make you bow !" And it made them bow without more ado, And cracked their great branches through and through.
Page 245 - And he breathed deep, and he breathed long, And he greeted the heavenly delight of the day. They gaze on each other — they shout, as they throng — " He lives — lo, the ocean has render' d its prey ! And safe from the whirlpool and free from the grave, Comes back to the daylight the soul of the brave...
Page 241 - Shutters ; and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls. There never was heard a much lustier shout, As the apples and oranges...
Page 237 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! . Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 244 - As when fire is with water commixed and contending ; And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending, And as with the swell of the far thunder-boom, Rushes roaringly forth from the heart of the gloom.
Page 241 - And it made them bow without more ado, Or it cracked their great branches through and through. Then it rushed like a monster on cottage and farm, Striking their dwellers with sudden alarm ; And they ran out like bees in a Midsummer swarm ; There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps...