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D. Appleton, 1870 - Mediterranean Sea - 442 pages
 

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Page 435 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?
Page 199 - For they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened; and they did eat every herb of the land, and all the fruit of the trees which the hail had left; and there remained not any green thing in the trees, or in the herbs of the field, through all the land of Egypt.
Page 74 - There was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet, Like mosaic, paven : And its roof was flowers and leaves Which the summer's breath enweaves, Where nor sun, nor showers, nor breeze, Pierce the pines and tallest trees, Each a gem engraven : Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm.
Page 341 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 181 - And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him...
Page 193 - The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing. Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.
Page 281 - I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Page 138 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Page 430 - Western nations at the close of the fifteenth and the beginning of the sixteenth century.
Page 24 - Thy sinless land, Which eye hath never seen. Visions come and go; Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song.

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