ISBN: 1236245075

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], EZEKIEL SANFORD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 126 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.This historic book … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], EZEKIEL SANFORD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 126 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.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. 1823 Excerpt: . . . Yet still through fire and raging seas they run To catch the gilded shade, and sink undone I One tmuts to guide the chariot tf the morn, and c. --Alluding to ilie tables of Phaeton and Icarus. j!M OI BOOK IT. THE LUSIAD. Hook i-. Whiub on the beach the houry Cither stood, And spoke the murmurs of thPftbUitude, We spread the canvass to the risnjjfgales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; Success, success, far echoes oer the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray, When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tigos loved stream, and Cyntras mountains cold Dim fading now, we now no more behold; And still with yearning hearts our eyes explore, Till one dim speck of land appears no more, Our native soil now far behind, we ply The lonely dreary waste of seas and boundless sly-Through the wild deep our venturous navy bore, Where but our Henry ploughd the wave be-fore: ur Henry. --Don H. -urt, Prince of Portugnl. of 6m Ae History of the Discorcry of India. . The verdant islands, first by him descried, We passd; and now in prospect opening wide, Far to the left, increasing on the view, Rose Mauritanias hills of paly blue-. Far to the right the restless ocean roared, Whose bounding surges never keel explored; If bounding shore, as reason deems, divide The vast Atlantic from the Indian tide. Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adornd, From fair Madeiras purple coast we turnd: Cyprus and Paphos vales the smiling loves Might leave with joy for fair Madeiras groves; A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air, Ve. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1236245075

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missi… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1823 Excerpt: .Yet still through fire and raging seas they run To catch the gilded shade, and sink undone I One tmuts to guide the chariot tf the morn, c.--Alluding to ilie tables of Phaeton and Icarus. j!M OI BOOK IT. THE LUSIAD. Hook i-. Whiub on the beach the houry Cither stood, And spoke the murmurs of thPftbUitude, We spread the canvass to the risnjjfgales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; Success, success, far echoes o er the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray, When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tigo s loved stream, and Cyntra s mountains cold Dim fading now, we now no more behold; And still with yearning hearts our eyes explore, Till one dim speck of land appears no more, Our native soil now far behind, we ply The lonely dreary waste of seas and boundless sly-Through the wild deep our venturous navy bore, Where but our Henry plough d the wave be-fore: ur Henry.--Don H.-urt, Prince of Portugnl.of 6m Ae History of the Discorcry of India. The verdant islands, first by him descried, We pass d; and now in prospect opening wide, Far to the left, increasing on the view, Rose Mauritania s hills of paly blue-. Far to the right the restless ocean roared, Whose bounding surges never keel explored; If bounding shore, as reason deems, divide The vast Atlantic from the Indian tide. Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn d, From fair Madeira s purple coast we turn d: Cyprus and Paphos vales the smiling loves Might leave with joy for fair Madeira s groves; A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air, Ve.<

2012, ISBN: 1236245075

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missin… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.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. 1823 Excerpt: .Yet still through fire and raging seas they run To catch the gilded shade, and sink undone I One tmuts to guide the chariot tf the morn, c.--Alluding to ilie tables of Phaeton and Icarus. j!M OI BOOK IT. THE LUSIAD. Hook i-. Whiub on the beach the houry Cither stood, And spoke the murmurs of thPftbUitude, We spread the canvass to the risnjjfgales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; Success, success, far echoes o er the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray, When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tigo s loved stream, and Cyntra s mountains cold Dim fading now, we now no more behold; And still with yearning hearts our eyes explore, Till one dim speck of land appears no more, Our native soil now far behind, we ply The lonely dreary waste of seas and boundless sly-Through the wild deep our venturous navy bore, Where but our Henry plough d the wave be-fore: ur Henry.--Don H.-urt, Prince of Portugnl.of 6m Ae History of the Discorcry of India. The verdant islands, first by him descried, We pass d; and now in prospect opening wide, Far to the left, increasing on the view, Rose Mauritania s hills of paly blue-. Far to the right the restless ocean roared, Whose bounding surges never keel explored; If bounding shore, as reason deems, divide The vast Atlantic from the Indian tide. Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn d, From fair Madeira s purple coast we turn d: Cyprus and Paphos vales the smiling loves Might leave with joy for fair Madeira s groves; A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air, Ve.<

2012, ISBN: 1236245075

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1823 Excerpt: .Yet still through fire and raging seas they run To catch the gilded shade, and sink undone I One tmuts to guide the chariot tf the morn, c.--Alluding to ilie tables of Phaeton and Icarus. j!M OI BOOK IT. THE LUSIAD. Hook i-. Whiub on the beach the houry Cither stood, And spoke the murmurs of thPftbUitude, We spread the canvass to the risnjjfgales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; Success, success, far echoes o er the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray, When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tigo s loved stream, and Cyntra s mountains cold Dim fading now, we now no more behold; And still with yearning hearts our eyes explore, Till one dim speck of land appears no more, Our native soil now far behind, we ply The lonely dreary waste of seas and boundless sly-Through the wild deep our venturous navy bore, Where but our Henry plough d the wave be-fore: ur Henry.--Don H.-urt, Prince of Portugnl.of 6m Ae History of the Discorcry of India. The verdant islands, first by him descried, We pass d; and now in prospect opening wide, Far to the left, increasing on the view, Rose Mauritania s hills of paly blue-. Far to the right the restless ocean roared, Whose bounding surges never keel explored; If bounding shore, as reason deems, divide The vast Atlantic from the Indian tide. Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn d, From fair Madeira s purple coast we turn d: Cyprus and Paphos vales the smiling loves Might leave with joy for fair Madeira s groves; A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air, Ve.<

2012, ISBN: 1236245075

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781236245076], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.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. 1823 Excerpt: .Yet still through fire and raging seas they run To catch the gilded shade, and sink undone I One tmuts to guide the chariot tf the morn, c.--Alluding to ilie tables of Phaeton and Icarus. j!M OI BOOK IT. THE LUSIAD. Hook i-. Whiub on the beach the houry Cither stood, And spoke the murmurs of thPftbUitude, We spread the canvass to the risnjjfgales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; Success, success, far echoes o er the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray, When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tigo s loved stream, and Cyntra s mountains cold Dim fading now, we now no more behold; And still with yearning hearts our eyes explore, Till one dim speck of land appears no more, Our native soil now far behind, we ply The lonely dreary waste of seas and boundless sly-Through the wild deep our venturous navy bore, Where but our Henry plough d the wave be-fore: ur Henry.--Don H.-urt, Prince of Portugnl.of 6m Ae History of the Discorcry of India. The verdant islands, first by him descried, We pass d; and now in prospect opening wide, Far to the left, increasing on the view, Rose Mauritania s hills of paly blue-. Far to the right the restless ocean roared, Whose bounding surges never keel explored; If bounding shore, as reason deems, divide The vast Atlantic from the Indian tide. Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn d, From fair Madeira s purple coast we turn d: Cyprus and Paphos vales the smiling loves Might leave with joy for fair Madeira s groves; A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air, Ve.<