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Page 152 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 75 - Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep.
Page 144 - Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same ; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element; Glorious fountain, Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant,...
Page 133 - And we'll do all that father likes ; His wishes are so few. „ Would they were more ! that every hour Some wish of his I knew ! I'm sure it makes a happy day When I can please him any way.
Page 153 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 56 - Ask me not this, little child, if you love me : You are too bold : I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told.
Page 101 - In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he, "I love my Love, and my Love loves me...
Page 195 - His feet quite covered up the small and fearful platform that he stood upon, and beneath that, a long smooth, naked spar, which seemed to bend with his weight, was all that upheld him from destruction. An attempt to get down from "that bad eminence...