The Crater: Or, Vulcan's Peak. A Tale of the Pacific

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J. G. Gregory, 1863 - 451 páginas

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Página 336 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 35 - God of the dark and heavy deep ! The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm Hath...
Página 339 - Thou Shalt seek the beach of sand Where the water bounds the elfin land; Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine, Then dart the glistening arch below, And catch a drop from his silver bow. The water sprites will wield their arms And dash around, with roar and rave, And vain are the woodland spirits' charms, They are the imps that rule the wave.
Página 339 - And vain are the woodland spirits' charms; They are the imps that rule the wave. Yet trust thee in thy single might : If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right, Thou shalt win the warlock fight.
Página 170 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Página v - In the first place, this earth is large, and has sufficient surface to contain, not only all the islands mentioned in our pages, but a great many more. Something is established when the possibility of any hypothetical point is placed beyond dispute. Then, not one half as much was known of the islands of the Pacific, at the close of the last, and at the commencement of the present century, as is known to-day. In such a dearth of precise information, it may very well have happened that many things...
Página 50 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Página 185 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Página 459 - the people, the people," instead of hymning the praises of their God, who vainly imagine that the masses are sufficient for all things, remember their insignificance and tremble. They are but mites amid millions of other mites, that the goodness of providence has produced for its own wise ends...
Página 184 - The merry homes of England — Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light I I fly. FELICIA HEMANS. There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told; Or lips move tunefully along > Some glorious page of old.

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