The Battersea series of standard reading books for boys, Book 3

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Page 163 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 149 - I never more shall see my own, my native land : Take a message, and a token to some distant friends of mine; For I was born at...
Page 165 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 163 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Page 92 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee ; Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Page 80 - I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another — A little sheet for Mary's bed And an apron for her mother.
Page 157 - Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow ; Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold: Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody's darling is still and cold.
Page 164 - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so ; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 151 - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along— I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill...
Page 151 - His voice grew faint and hoarser, — his grasp was childish weak, — His eyes put on a dying look — he sighed and ceased to speak : His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, — The soldier of the Legion, in a foreign land...

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