The Pupil's Manual of Choice Reading, Arranged by T.B. Smith

The Pupil's Manual of Choice Reading, Arranged by T.B. Smith

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By (author) Thomas Buckley Smith

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  • Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com
  • Format: Paperback | 114 pages
  • Dimensions: 189mm x 246mm x 6mm | 218g
  • Publication date: 1 May 2012
  • Publication City/Country: Miami Fl
  • ISBN 10: 1232062014
  • ISBN 13: 9781232062011
  • Illustrations note: black & white illustrations

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 Excerpt: ...Fell fast, with tempest roar, And the swoln tide of Severn spread Far on the level shore. Reluctant, now as night came on, His lonely couch he pressed; And, wearied out, he sank to sleep, To sleep--but not to rest. When lo! the voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals--"What ho! Lord William rise in haste! The water saps the walls!" He rose in haste, beneath the walls He saw the flood appear: It hemmed him round--'twas midnight now, No human aid was near. He heard a shout of joy! for now A boat approached the wall; And eager to the welcome aid He sprang with joyous call. The boatman plied the oar, the boat Went light along the stream;--Sudden Lord William heard a cry, Like Edmund's dying scream. "I heard a child's distressful scream" The boatman cried again; "Nay, hasten on--the night is dark, And we should search in vain." "Oh, God! Lord William, dost thou know How dreadful 'tis to die? And canst thou, without pity, hear A child's expiring cry V' "How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream; To stretch the powerless arms In vain! In vain for help to scream I" The shriek again was heard, it came More deep, more piercing loud--That instant, o'er the flood, the moon Shone through a broken cloud; And near them they beheld a child; Upon a crag he stood, --A little crag, and all around Was spread the rising flood. "Now reach thy hand," the boatman cried, "Lord William, reach and save;" The child stretched forth his little hands To grasp the hand he gave. Then William shrieked;--the hand he touched Was cold, and damp, and dead! He felt young Edmund in his arms, A heavier weight than lead! "For mercy help," the murderer cried, As he sank in the raging stream; He rose--he shrieked-...

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