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Page 266 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Page 208 - The sultry breeze of Galilee Creeps through its groves of palm, The olives on the Holy Mount Stand glittering in the calm. '"But 'tis not there that Scotland's heart Shall rest by God's decree, Till the great angel calls the dead To rise from earth and sea!
Page 271 - Story of the Innumerable Company AND OTHER SKETCHES By David Starr Jordan This volume is made up of separate sketches, historical or allegorical, having in some degree a bond of union in the idea of the "higher sacrifice." CONTENTS — The Story of the Innumerable Company — The Story of the Cross — The California of the Padre — The Conquest of Jupiter Pen— The Last of the Puritans — A Knight of the Order of Poets— The Higher Sacrifice— The Bubbles of Saki.
Page 220 - We walked from a landing to the top of a high hill commanding an extensive view of the surrounding country, then went down through a cemetery.
Page 171 - Reach down the lute, and play me A melancholy tune, To rhyme with the dream that has vanished, And the slumbering afternoon. There, drowsing in golden sunlight, Loiters the slow smooth Nile, Through slender papyri, that cover The wary crocodile.
Page 1 - Not in a close and bounded atmosphere Does life put forth its noblest and its best; "Tis from the mountain's top that we look forth, And see how small the world is at our feet. There the free winds...
Page 271 - It is gracefully written and fervent in feeling, and we find most invigorating the thoughtfulness and practical wisdom of such essays as 'Nature Study and Moral Culture,' 'The Higher Sacrifice,'" etc.— Argonaut. PUBLICATIONS OF ! The Whitaker & Ray Company Complete Poetical Works ( IN ONE VOLUME ) CH Miller ( Joaquin ), The Poet of the Sierras This volume completes the life work of this "Sweet Singer by the Sunset Sea.
Page 273 - Western Literature Series) This choice and carefully selected collection contains the very best work that has been done by our Western poets. Perhaps no other State in the Union can show more original literary and dramatic power than is displayed by our writers living under the influence of the majestic Sierras and inspired by the grandeur of the unsurpassable redwood forests. Here is presented for the first time, in a form for school use, the choicest writings of the West. Nothing is better adapted...
Page 271 - ... contains eighteen chapters along this line, each one of which is studded with the gems of knowledge of a most inspiring nature. The literary papers have devoted columns to the review of this notable book, all being most complimentary. Large 12 mo.. 268 pages. Bound in Cloth. - - Price, $1.50 De Luxe Qift Edition, three-quarter Levant. - - Price, 3.50 "This is a book that should be read by every parent and every young man and woman.
Page 204 - In the realms where I revel, no waters are found, And the green garb of Nature is not on the ground; The earth and its produce lies shriveled and dead, Wherever the feet of my coursers may tread. The desert, the desert, right gladsome I rove, Its hot arid face is the sight that I love, While the sun in his strength above me doth glow, And the earth like red ashes is burning below.