American Illustrated Magazine, Volume 33Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... feet long by 90 wide , and about the same in height as in width , which stands in the heart of the oldest part of the city . It is an edifice of many rebuildings , starting from the twelfth century , and contains an immense hall in the ...
... feet long by 90 wide , and about the same in height as in width , which stands in the heart of the oldest part of the city . It is an edifice of many rebuildings , starting from the twelfth century , and contains an immense hall in the ...
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... feet . A moment more and her faithful horse , with heaving , foam - flecked sides , stands at Slocum's door . Her mass of dark hair has been shaken down about her ; her dress is torn and wet . Like a wild thing she rushes in among the ...
... feet . A moment more and her faithful horse , with heaving , foam - flecked sides , stands at Slocum's door . Her mass of dark hair has been shaken down about her ; her dress is torn and wet . Like a wild thing she rushes in among the ...
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... feet long , 121 feet high , and 13 feet thick . Noticing some irons let into the wall as if for climbing , I con- cluded to play gymnast , and mount , if I could . I got along very well until I reached the top , but , the moment my head ...
... feet long , 121 feet high , and 13 feet thick . Noticing some irons let into the wall as if for climbing , I con- cluded to play gymnast , and mount , if I could . I got along very well until I reached the top , but , the moment my head ...
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... feet long and 180 feet high . The " High Bridge " Aqueduct over the Harlem River in New York city is 1,460 feet long and 116 feet high , above high - water mark . Being desirous of seeing the remains of an ancient amphitheatre at Nīmes ...
... feet long and 180 feet high . The " High Bridge " Aqueduct over the Harlem River in New York city is 1,460 feet long and 116 feet high , above high - water mark . Being desirous of seeing the remains of an ancient amphitheatre at Nīmes ...
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... feet by 510 ; amphitheatre , Arles , 459 feet by 338 ; amphitheatre , Nimes , 437 feet by 332 . The exterior is not so well preserved , but the interior is better . In 539 King Childebert is said to have re- established. 46 DOWN THE RHONE .
... feet by 510 ; amphitheatre , Arles , 459 feet by 338 ; amphitheatre , Nimes , 437 feet by 332 . The exterior is not so well preserved , but the interior is better . In 539 King Childebert is said to have re- established. 46 DOWN THE RHONE .
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Page 9 - This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The. words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! a light! a light! a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a...
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Page 9 - Sail on! sail on! and on!' " "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly, wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?
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Page 495 - And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye: But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride. Love that had robbed us so, thus blessed our dearth! The pilgrims of the year waxed very loud...
Page 9 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said, "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 9 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 495 - We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye : But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride.