Identifier: worldsstoryhisto11tapp (find matches)
Title: The world's story; a history of the world in story, song and art, ed. by Eva March Tappan
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Tappan, Eva March, 1854-1930 Ploetz, Karl Julius, 1819-1881 Tillinghast, William Hopkins, 1819-1881 Dresser, Horatio W. (Horatio Willis), b. 1866
Subjects: World history
Publisher: Boston and New York : Houghton Mifflin company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
arlywhen he is in a passion. His whole body is thin and meager.He has the appearance of a man sixty-five years old. Inwalking, his arms are in continual motion. He cannot walklong, but becomes soon fatigued. He likes his hammock,where he sits or lolls. He gives way to sudden gusts ofresentment, and becomes in a moment a madman, throwshimself into his hammock, and utters curses and impreca-tions upon all around him. He Hkes to indulge in sarcasmsupon absent persons, reads only light French literature, isa bold rider, and passionately fond of waltzing. He is fondof hearing himself talk and giving toasts. In adversity, anddestitute of aid from without, he is perfectly free from pas-sion and violence of temper. He then becomes mild, patient,docile, and even submissive. In a great measure he concealshis faults under the politeness of a man educated in theso-called beau monde, possesses an almost Asiatic talent fordissimulation, and understands mankind better than themass of his countrymen.
Text Appearing After Image:
THE SWORD OF BOLIVAR UNKNOWN With the steadfast skies above us, And the molten stars below,We sailed through the Southern midnight, By the coast of Mexico. Alone, on the desolate, dark-ringed, Rolling and flashing sea,A grim old Venezuelan Kept the deck with me, •And talked to me of his country. And tlie long Spanish war,And told how a young Republic Forged the sword of Bolivar. Of no base mundane metalWas the wondrous weapon made, And in no earth-bom fire Was fashioned the sacred blade. But that it might shine the symbol Of law and Hght in the land,Dropped down as a star from heaven. To flame in a heros hand, 365 SOUTH AMERICA And be to the world a portent Of eternal might and right,They chose for the steel a splinter From a fallen aerolite. Then a virgin forge they builded By the city, and kindled itWith flame from a shattered palm tree, Which the lightnings torch had lit, — That no fire of earthly passion Might taint the holy sword,And no ancient error tarnish The falchion of t

Note About Images