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... rock ; for the coast of this part of Devon consists of a huge line of precipitous cliff , on whose crags and ledges the sea - birds lay their eggs . It is hollowed out into many dark , noisome caverns , whose walls are hung with brown ...
... rock ; for the coast of this part of Devon consists of a huge line of precipitous cliff , on whose crags and ledges the sea - birds lay their eggs . It is hollowed out into many dark , noisome caverns , whose walls are hung with brown ...
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still stretch their nets to dry upon the rocks , and haul up their boats to the mouth of the combe , out of the reach of angry waves ; there are a few graves more in the churchyard , and the memorial stones which were fresh and new a ...
still stretch their nets to dry upon the rocks , and haul up their boats to the mouth of the combe , out of the reach of angry waves ; there are a few graves more in the churchyard , and the memorial stones which were fresh and new a ...
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... Rock . I have heard tell that , long ago , before the lighthouse was built there , two and three wrecks a week occurred during the winter season . Those were days when a man like me could keep a horse and a well- stocked cellar ...
... Rock . I have heard tell that , long ago , before the lighthouse was built there , two and three wrecks a week occurred during the winter season . Those were days when a man like me could keep a horse and a well- stocked cellar ...
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... rocks , where escape for her crew is impossible ! Something of this have wicked men hinted at before ; but now it is my sister's son who dares to breathe in my ears the atrocious counsel ! To load my soul with the weight of never ...
... rocks , where escape for her crew is impossible ! Something of this have wicked men hinted at before ; but now it is my sister's son who dares to breathe in my ears the atrocious counsel ! To load my soul with the weight of never ...
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... caught sight of the Witch's Rock , crowned with its massive , but by no means handsome , lighthouse tower , and could see the long , rolling surge , RF JESSIE OGLETHORPE . THE STORY OF A DAUGHTER'S DEVOTION. Jessie Oglethorpe . 51 By W.
... caught sight of the Witch's Rock , crowned with its massive , but by no means handsome , lighthouse tower , and could see the long , rolling surge , RF JESSIE OGLETHORPE . THE STORY OF A DAUGHTER'S DEVOTION. Jessie Oglethorpe . 51 By W.
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Page 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Page 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Page 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Page 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Page 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Page 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Page 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Page 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...