The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volym 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... leave Charley's parting with his young wife , and all that , " to sympathetic imaginations , ” as the girl in the play has it . But , avast a bit and belay there ! What am I doing all this while ? A pretty piece of lee - way I have made ...
... leave Charley's parting with his young wife , and all that , " to sympathetic imaginations , ” as the girl in the play has it . But , avast a bit and belay there ! What am I doing all this while ? A pretty piece of lee - way I have made ...
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... leave me to pursue my way alone . I had known Charles Maitland from a boy . We had studied our lessons on the same form ; had shot our marbles into the same ring ; had entered the navy within a few weeks of each other ; had been ...
... leave me to pursue my way alone . I had known Charles Maitland from a boy . We had studied our lessons on the same form ; had shot our marbles into the same ring ; had entered the navy within a few weeks of each other ; had been ...
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... leave the apartment . The Spaniards , who by this time had risen to their feet , looked at each other , at Charles , and at the female , with blank astonishment ; nor was their confusion less- ened by the torrent of invective which the ...
... leave the apartment . The Spaniards , who by this time had risen to their feet , looked at each other , at Charles , and at the female , with blank astonishment ; nor was their confusion less- ened by the torrent of invective which the ...
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... leave her , and Charles was among the number . The same big , clumsy , cumbrous chest , which had already been the subject of so many painful reflections in my mind , accompanied him ; and I was half disposed to turn away from him in ...
... leave her , and Charles was among the number . The same big , clumsy , cumbrous chest , which had already been the subject of so many painful reflections in my mind , accompanied him ; and I was half disposed to turn away from him in ...
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... leave it is my only prayer , That hope my only happiness . For I am weary of it - black Are sun and stars and sky to me ; And my own thoughts are made the rack That wrings my nerves in agony . There's not a wretched one that lives And ...
... leave it is my only prayer , That hope my only happiness . For I am weary of it - black Are sun and stars and sky to me ; And my own thoughts are made the rack That wrings my nerves in agony . There's not a wretched one that lives And ...
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The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volym 2 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1834 |
The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volym 2 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1834 |
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Sida 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Sida 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Sida 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Sida 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Sida 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sida 244 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Sida 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Sida 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Sida 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Sida 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.