The Land of the Pueblos

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John B. Alden, publisher, 1888 - 285페이지
 

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143 페이지 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved and forever grew still." The spot I am trying to describe is the battleground of the elements. In winter it is made fearful by raging storms of wind and snow.
243 페이지 - The island valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly. And
154 페이지 - downward. They have great tufts of hair hanging down their foreheads, and it seemeth they have beards, because of the great store of hair hanging down at their chins and throats. The males have very long tails ; and a great knob or flock at the end ; so that, in some respects, they resemble the lion, and, in some,
115 페이지 - Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met and never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
278 페이지 - Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
227 페이지 - the last being a kind of subterranean vault. For the purpose of giving light to the rooms nothing is seen but the doors, and some round holes in the middle of the walls which face to the east and west, and the Indians said that the Prince, whom they
231 페이지 - years ago ; for, as it appears, this building was erected by the Mexicans when, during their transmigration, the Devil led them through various countries until they arrived at the promised land of Mexico ; and in their sojourns, which were
154 페이지 - the bigness and color of our bulls ; but their horns are not so great. They have a great bunch upon their fore shoulders, and more hair upon their fore part than on their hinder part;
143 페이지 - all the mighty men of valor, and the leaders and captains, in the camp of the king of Assyria
141 페이지 - The portion I speak of appears to have served its time, worn out, been dispeopled and forgotten. The grass is low and mossy, with a perishing look—the shrubs, soap-weed, and bony cactus writhing like some grisly skeleton; the very stones are like the scoria of a furnace. You vainly look for the flight of a bird, such as cheered

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