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Page 140 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Page 87 - Now, I shall be out of sight; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain;— But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 87 - A coat of mail that need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin far and near Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane like a fairy crept. Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Page 140 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 141 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.
Page 44 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 44 - Man, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 44 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Page 88 - There were cities with temples and towers; and these All pictured in silver sheen! But he did one thing that was hardly fair — He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for him to prepare. "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit...