The Camel Hunt: A Narrative of Personal Adventure

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G.P. Putnam & Company, 1853 - 219 strani
 

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Stran 128 - And they sat down to eat bread : and they lifted up their eyes and looked, and, behold, a company of Ishmaelites came from Gilead with their camels bearing spicery and balm and myrrh, going to carry it down to Egypt.
Stran 82 - Were fastened near a fountain ; and a man Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while, While many of his tribe slumbered around : And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
Stran 128 - And when she had done giving him drink, she said, I will draw water for thy camels also, until they have done drinking. And she hasted, and emptied her pitcher into the trough, and ran again 10 unto the well to draw water, and drew for all his camels.
Stran 205 - Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined; The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind.
Stran 133 - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings...
Stran 128 - And she said, Drink, my lord : and she hasted, and let down her pitcher upon her hand, and gave him drink. And when she had done giving him drink, she said, I will draw for thy camels also, until they have done drinking.
Stran 43 - Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
Stran 165 - ... sweet ! No eyes flash like those eyes that flash as they meet ! Weave brightly, wear lightly, the warm-woven chain, Love on for to-night if we ne'er love again. Fond youths ! happy maidens ! we are not alone ! Bright steps and sweet voices keep pace with our own. Love-lorn Lusignuolo, the soft-sighing breeze, The rose with the zephyr, the wind with the trees. While Heaven, blushing pleasure, is full of love-notes, Soft down the sweet measure the fairy world floats.
Stran 37 - Hood. Is strength a monarch's merit, like a whaler's ? Thou art as tall, as sinewy, and as strong As earth's first kings — the Argo's gallant sailors, Heroes in history, and gods in song.
Stran 133 - By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand : By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store; And when our fleets are summoned to the fight, Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.

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