Around the World: Book Three : for Third and Fourth Grades

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Silver, Burdett & Company, 1908 - 240 pages
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Page 155 - My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears ; My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose ; For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred — forbidden fare.
Page 156 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain ; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs -its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Page 85 - Take heed that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. " Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Page 156 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies...
Page 156 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp. And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Page 155 - That father perished at the stake For tenets he would not forsake ; And for the same his lineal race In darkness found a dwelling-place; We were seven, — who now are one, Six in youth, and one in age...
Page 136 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 155 - My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred — forbidden fare: But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death ; That father perished at the stake For tenets he would not forsake...
Page 179 - The most able men — from the East and the West, from the North and the South...
Page 157 - Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd; And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake, unshock'd Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.

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