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Page 4 - All this came upon the king Nebuchadnezzar. At the end of twelve months he walked in the palace of the kingdom of Babylon. The king spake, and said, Is not this great Babylon, that I have built for the house of the kingdom by the might of my power, and for the honour of my majesty...
Page 24 - ... of the convent to their assistance. To provide for the chance that the dogs, without human help, may succeed in discovering the unfortunate traveller, one of them has a flask of spirits round his neck, to which the fainting man may apply for support ; and another has a cloak to cover him. These wonderful exertions are often successful ; and even...
Page 52 - Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy ; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day.
Page 47 - I am coming, I am coming! Hark ! the little bee is humming; See ! the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing: Little maiden, now is spring. See the yellow catkins cover All the slender willows over ; And on mossy banks so green Starlike primroses are seen; Every little stream is bright; All the orchard trees are white.
Page 52 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Page 34 - ... shady bed, A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colours bright and fair ; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 24 - No roof seemed so secure to me as that formed of the dense foliage under which the feathered tribes were seen to resort, or the caves and fissures of the massy rocks to which the dark-winged Cormorant and the Curlew retired to rest, or to protect themselves from the fury of the tempest.