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Page 804 - Give me a blessing; for thou hast given me a south land; give me also springs of water.
Page 720 - Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in Thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in Thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The centuryliving crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till at last they stood, As now they stand, massy and tall and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with his Maker.
Page 902 - WE built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of sofa pillows To go a-sailing on the billows. We took a saw and several nails, And water in the nursery pails; And Tom said, " Let us also take An apple and a slice of cake; " — Which was enough for Tom and me To go a-sailing on, till tea.
Page 795 - Gayly the troubadour touched his guitar As he was hastening home from the war, Singing, ' From Palestine hither I come, Lady-love, lady-love, welcome me home !' " Only for the knight-errantry of the Spaniards, some few of their number would have more wives than the sultan.
Page 903 - ... and come to me, and I will tell you, dear. In the morning, dear, get up as quick as you can, and drink me as I come down from the hill. In the day go up on the hill, dear, and drink me again, and stay there if you can till the stars shine out, and drink still more of me. " And by and by you will understand all about the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the Earth which is so beautiful, Bevis.
Page 902 - Then all the horns were blown in town ; And, to the ramparts clanging down, All the giants leaped to horse And charged behind us through the gorse. On we rode, the others and I, Over the mountains blue, and by The Silver River, the sounding sea, And the robber woods of Tartary. A thousand miles we galloped fast, And down the witches' lane we passed, And rode amain, with brandished sword, Up to the middle, through the ford.
Page 510 - I am clad in needles — Hateful things ! " he cried ; " All the trees about me Laugh in scornful pride. Broad their leaves and fair to see ; Worthless needles cover me. " Ah, could I have chosen, Then, instead of these, Shining leaves should crown me, Shaming all the trees. Broad as theirs and brighter, Dazzling to behold ; All of gleaming silver — Aye, of burnished gold. Then the rest would weep and sigh ; None would be so fine as I.
Page 816 - Oh, how nice ! Really and truly, Mamma?" asked the small dragons, laughing with so much delight that the flames from their pretty scarlet throats lighted up the cave until Mr. Dragon stirred uneasily in his dreams; for he had fallen asleep. " Really and truly," their mother went on, in a lower tone. " In this charming country, your father and I began our cave-keeping. We were very happy for a time, for not too far from us was your father's estate, — a fertile valley well stocked with plump and...
Page 903 - All jolly?" "Everything." " Hurrah ! " Away they ran towards the bathing-place to be savages, but Mark stopped suddenly, and asked what sort they were ? They decided that they were the South Sea sort, and raced on again, Pan keeping pace with a kind of shamble; he^was too idle to run properly.