The fisher's child, With tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing lips Sings as she skips, Or gazes at the far-off ships.

After eliminating the wonderful m-ms of the Neapolitan dialect, in which all the words lay imbedded like shells in the sand, and supplying some of the curious elisions with which those Abruzzi Procrusteans recklessly cut away the polysyllables, so as to bring them within the rythmic compass, they ran thus: "Verginella figlia di Sant' Anna, Nella ventre portasti il buon Gesù.

Captain Marcy brought with him specimens of sand from many of the tributaries of the South Platte, which were found, on analysis, to contain particles of gold; and within two months after he gathered them, the same discovery, confirmed by others, originated the emigration to that region, the progress of which now promises the speedy birth of another Free State in the very heart of the continent.

"The King acceded to our wishes, as such encounters were by no means unusual, and told us that the tilting should take place in the great court of the Louvre, which he would cause to be covered with sand.

I had my fingers frozen and my eyes filled with sand, in trying to draw the Sybil's temple, and therefore left it to join my companions, who had gone down into the glen to see the great cascade.

The low English coast on our right was bordered by long reaches of dazzling chalky sand, which glittered along the calm blue water.

It is not in the waste and howling wilderness of rock, and sand and shingle, with its scanty acacia copses, and groups of date trees round the lonely well, that nature shews herself too strong for man, and crushes him down to the likeness of the ape.

He went and got Bull Turns Round, and when the sweat lodges were finished, the old man took him into one of them, and when he had sprinkled water on the hot rocks, he scraped a great quantity of sand off

" "How did you come to be dead on the sand shoal?" asked the old man.

Let me hurry to join those who are already travelling to the Sand Hills.

All Fox-eye's relatives, too, had long since gone to the Sand Hills.

His father, mother, all his relations, had gone to the Sand Hills.

I have no relations; all have gone to the Sand Hills; yet, now, to-day, I ask you, take pity, be my wife.

He travelled toward the Sand Hills.

Do not whip your wife, nor strike her with a knife, nor hit her with fire; for if you do, she will vanish before your eyes and return to the Sand Hills.

As they were going along they came to the Sand Hills; and while they were passing through them, they saw in the sand a fresh travois trail, where people had been travelling.

As they were going along they came to the Sand Hills; and while they were passing through them, they saw in the sand a fresh travois trail, where people had been travelling.

" Old Man went up there and saw their tracks on the sand, where they had been playing, and he turned himself into a rotten tree.

There was nothing between them but sand bags and a thick wall of clay, and day and night the French watched that wall.

Eclectic Magazine, 88:111, "George Eliot and George Sand."

While he was gone, Forester took an inkstand and a sand-box out of a closet by the side of the fire, and filled them both, and put them on the desk.

Even then he begins his conflict with hunger and thirst; is scorched by a vertical sun; shriveled by the burning sand beneath; and poisoned by the breath of the simoom.

Sacrifizio pastorale Sad Shepherd Sagredo, Giovanni Saint-Pierre, Jacques Henri Bernardin de Saintsbury, George Salices Salviati, Lionardo Samson, M. W. Sand, George Sandys, J. E. Sannazzaro, Jacopo Sansovino, F. San vitale, Gualtiero Sappho Saturday Review Savio, Giovanni Schlegel, A. W. von Schönherr, J. G. Schucking, L. L. Scilla's Metamorphosis Scott, Mary A. Scott, Sir Walter Scyros, see

He's dreaming of a palm-tree Afar in a tropic land, That grieves alone in silence 'Mid quivering leagues of sand. 16[20] My love, we were sitting together In a skiff, thou and I alone; 'Twas night, very still was the weather, Still the great sea we floated on.

Both the victors, knight and lady, Fell long since by Death's cold hand; So the gray and withered scytheman Lays the mightiest in the sand.