Winners in Life's Race, Or, The Great Backboned Family

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Edward Stanford, 1882 - 367 páginas
 

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Página 22 - gainst the streams, To taste the luxury of sunny beams Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand. If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain j But turn your eye, and they are there again.
Página 275 - Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side, O'er the brown karroo, where the bleating cry Of the springbok's fawn sounds...
Página 57 - Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay, With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea...
Página 83 - A monstrous eft was of old the Lord and Master of Earth, For him did his high sun flame, and his river billowing ran, And he felt himself in his force to be Nature's crowning race. As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man: He now is first, but is he the last? is he not too base?
Página 52 - Bold in the front the little pilot glides, Averts each danger, every motion guides ; With grateful joy the willing whales attend^ Observe the leader and revere the friend : True to the little chief obsequious roll, And soothe in friendship's charms their savage soul.
Página iii - Winners in Life's Race ; or, The Great Backboned Family. By ARABELLA B. BUCKLEY, author of "The Fairy-Land of Science" and
Página 20 - How the Quaint Old Fishes of Ancient Times have Lived on into our Day; III. The Bony Fish, and how they have spread over Sea. and Lake, and River; IV. How the Backboned Animals pass from Water Breathing to Air Breathing, and find their Way out upon the Land ; V. The Cold-Blooded Air-Breathers of the Globe in Times both Past and Present; VI. The Feathered Conquerors of...
Página 137 - Hieing away to the home of her rest, Where she and her mate have scooped their nest, Far hid from the pitiless plunderer's view In the pathless depths of the parched karroo.
Página 343 - Sings shrilly in glee The stark forester's lass Plucking mast in a tree — And hairy and brown as a squirrel is she ! With the strokes of the flint axe The blind woodland rings, And the echoes laugh back as The sylvan girl sings : — And the sabre-tooth growls in his lair...
Página 176 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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