Selections for Homes and SchoolsJewish publication society of America, 1911 - Всего страниц: 444 |
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... waves Muttered the stifled thunder . Day nor night Ceased the descending streams ; and if the gloom A little brightened , when the lurid morn Rose on the starless midnight , ' twas to show The lifting up of waters . Bird and beast ...
... waves Muttered the stifled thunder . Day nor night Ceased the descending streams ; and if the gloom A little brightened , when the lurid morn Rose on the starless midnight , ' twas to show The lifting up of waters . Bird and beast ...
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... waves Narrowed their little world . And in that hour Did no man aid his fellow . Love of life Was the sole instinct , and the strong - limbed son , With imprecations , smote the palsied sire That clung to him for succor . Woman trod ...
... waves Narrowed their little world . And in that hour Did no man aid his fellow . Love of life Was the sole instinct , and the strong - limbed son , With imprecations , smote the palsied sire That clung to him for succor . Woman trod ...
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... waves , Beaconing a sunken world . And of the tribes That blackened every alp , one man survived ; And he stood , shuddering , helpless , shelterless , Upon that fragment of the universe . The surges of the universal sea Broke on his ...
... waves , Beaconing a sunken world . And of the tribes That blackened every alp , one man survived ; And he stood , shuddering , helpless , shelterless , Upon that fragment of the universe . The surges of the universal sea Broke on his ...
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... waves its scorched arms in the air . In that city the wine - cup was brilliantly flowing , Joy held her high festival there ; Not a fond bosom dreaming ( in luxury glowing ) , Of the close of that night of despair . For the bride her ...
... waves its scorched arms in the air . In that city the wine - cup was brilliantly flowing , Joy held her high festival there ; Not a fond bosom dreaming ( in luxury glowing ) , Of the close of that night of despair . For the bride her ...
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... To do my duty to my house and hearth , And to the purpose of my father's race , Yet is my heart therewith not satisfied . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH 21 MOSES ON THE NILE " Sisters ! the wave JACOB 69 MOSES ON THE NILE ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.
... To do my duty to my house and hearth , And to the purpose of my father's race , Yet is my heart therewith not satisfied . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH 21 MOSES ON THE NILE " Sisters ! the wave JACOB 69 MOSES ON THE NILE ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.
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