The Great Galveston Disaster: Containing a Full and Thrilling Account of the Most Appalling Calamity of Modern Times Including Vivid Descriptions of the Hurricane ...International Publishing Company, 1900 - 520 стор. A detailed account of a devastating hurricane that hit Galveston, Texas on September 8, 1900, including photographs of the wreckage. |
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Сторінка 84 - And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.
Сторінка 84 - ... sped. It swept with thunderous noises loud ; Shaped like a curling snow-white cloud, Or like a demon in a shroud. And rearing Lindis backward pressed, Shook all her trembling bankes amaine : Then madly at the eygre's breast Flung uppe her weltering walls again.
Сторінка x - Past. But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Сторінка 306 - Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely Improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future Without fear and with a manly heart.
Сторінка 84 - Then beaten foam flew round about— Then all the mighty floods were out. So farre, so fast the eygre drave, The heart had hardly time to beat Before a shallow seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at...
Сторінка 84 - With that he cried and beat his breast; For, lo ! along the river's bed A mighty eygre reared his crest, And uppe the Lindis raging sped.
Сторінка 458 - And when I could rise— Lasca was dead! I gouged out a grave a few feet deep, And there in Earth's arms I laid her to sleep; And there she is lying, and no one knows, And the summer shines and the winter snows; For many a day the flowers have spread A pall of petals over her head; And the little gray hawk hangs aloft in the air, And the...
Сторінка 214 - ... the God of the Jews. The Sermon on the Mount, we have been told in effect, was merely a string of amiable metaphors. The real Jesus Whom we are to treat as our Master was the one Who used the scourge of small cords in the Temple, not the one who bade us turn the other cheek. When He said, " Greater love hath no man than this, that he give his life for his friend," what He meant was that we are to kill our enemies.
Сторінка 214 - The maximum velocity of the wind will never be known. The gauge at the Weather Bureau registered 100 miles an hour and blew away at 5.10 o'clock, but the storm at that hour was as nothing when compared with what followed, and the maximum velocity must have been as great as 120 miles an hour. The most intense and anxious time was between 8.30 and 9 o'clock, with raging seas rolling around them, with a wind so terrific that none could hope to escape its fury, with roofs beginning to roll away and buildings...
Сторінка 300 - The abomination of desolation reigns on every side. The big houses are dismantled, their roofs gone, windows broken, and the high water mark showing inconceivably high on the paint. The little houses are gone — either completely gone as if they were made of cards and a giant hand which was tired of playing with them had swept them all off the board and put them away, or they are lying in heaps of kindling wood covering no one knows what horrors beneath. "The main streets of the city are pitiful....