Fires Books I Iii
Fires Books I Iii
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Now, lad ! . . . Thank God ! that's past . . . And you are safe, at last : You're safe, you're safe . . . And now, my precious lass Will see her son, her little son, again. I never thought to reach the top, to-night. God ! What a height ! i8 THE LIGHTHOUSE Nay ! but you must not look : 'twould turn your head And we must not stand shivering here . . . And see . .. A flashing light . . . It's sweeping towards us : and now you stand bright . Ah, your poor, bleeding hands and feet ! My little son, ...my sweet ! There's nothing more to fear. A lighthouse, lad ! And we must make for it. You're tired ; I'll carry you a bit. Nay, son : 'twill warm me up . . . And there will be a fire and bed ; And ev'n perhaps a cup Of something hot to drink, And something good to eat. And think, son, only think, Your home . . . And mother . . . Once again. " Once more, the weary head Sank back upon the bed : And, for a while, he hardly stirred ; But only muttered, now and then, A broken word, As though to cheer His son, who still slept quietly, Upon the other side of me.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Now, lad ! . . . Thank God ! that's past . . . And you are safe, at last : You're safe, you're safe . . . And now, my precious lass Will see her son, her little son, again. I never thought to reach the top, to-night. God ! What a height ! i8 THE LIGHTHOUSE Nay ! but you must not look : 'twould turn your head And we must not stand shivering here . . . And see . .. A flashing light . . . It's sweeping towards us : and now you stand bright . Ah, your poor, bleeding hands and feet ! My little son, ...my sweet ! There's nothing more to fear. A lighthouse, lad ! And we must make for it. You're tired ; I'll carry you a bit. Nay, son : 'twill warm me up . . . And there will be a fire and bed ; And ev'n perhaps a cup Of something hot to drink, And something good to eat. And think, son, only think, Your home . . . And mother . . . Once again. " Once more, the weary head Sank back upon the bed : And, for a while, he hardly stirred ; But only muttered, now and then, A broken word, As though to cheer His son, who still slept quietly, Upon the other side of me.
What to read after Fires Books I Iii?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Gibson Wilfrid Wilson to read onlineMoreLess
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