The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 páginas |
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... tell - blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) ...
... tell - blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) ...
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... tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an ' turns - the loves an ' doves they dream- Lord , send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o ' Steam ! To match wi ' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the ...
... tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an ' turns - the loves an ' doves they dream- Lord , send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o ' Steam ! To match wi ' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the ...
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... tell the mean- in ' plain ! But no one cares except mysel ' that serve an ' un- derstand My seven thousand horse - power here . Eh , Lord ! They're grand - they're grand ! Uplift am I ? When first in store the new - made beasties stood ...
... tell the mean- in ' plain ! But no one cares except mysel ' that serve an ' un- derstand My seven thousand horse - power here . Eh , Lord ! They're grand - they're grand ! Uplift am I ? When first in store the new - made beasties stood ...
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... the sun at noon to tell My way across the waste of it ; I read the storm before it fell And made the better haste of it . Afar , I hailed the land at night— The towers 46 THE MIRACLES THE NATIVE-BORN PAGE I 18 21 26 31.
... the sun at noon to tell My way across the waste of it ; I read the storm before it fell And made the better haste of it . Afar , I hailed the land at night— The towers 46 THE MIRACLES THE NATIVE-BORN PAGE I 18 21 26 31.
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... all men hated me ! Dawn ran to meet us at my goal- Ah , day no tongue shall tell again ! — And little folk of little soul Rose up to buy and sell again ! THE NATIVE - BORN . WE'VE drunk to the Queen The Miracles . 47.
... all men hated me ! Dawn ran to meet us at my goal- Ah , day no tongue shall tell again ! — And little folk of little soul Rose up to buy and sell again ! THE NATIVE - BORN . WE'VE drunk to the Queen The Miracles . 47.
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