The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volym 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... less evident from his withholding the matter from me . Our communion had always been of the most frank and unreserved description ; we had been sharers of each other's thoughts , sentiments , and wishes , from boyhood up ; I had been in ...
... less evident from his withholding the matter from me . Our communion had always been of the most frank and unreserved description ; we had been sharers of each other's thoughts , sentiments , and wishes , from boyhood up ; I had been in ...
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... less selfish motive ; but made all haste to follow him . My progress , however , met with more obstruction than his un- looked - for movement , and I was not able to rejoin him for more than a minute . When I at length forced my way ...
... less selfish motive ; but made all haste to follow him . My progress , however , met with more obstruction than his un- looked - for movement , and I was not able to rejoin him for more than a minute . When I at length forced my way ...
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... less- ened by the torrent of invective which the old wo- man , who had now also entered the room , poured out upon their heads . The officer who had charge of the party , after a moment spent in casting scruti- nizing glances into every ...
... less- ened by the torrent of invective which the old wo- man , who had now also entered the room , poured out upon their heads . The officer who had charge of the party , after a moment spent in casting scruti- nizing glances into every ...
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... less than an hour we were laying our course , under a plea- sant topgallant breeze , for the straits of Gibraltar . I need not dwell on the incidents of our home- ward passage ; for I have no storms or shipwrecks to tell of ; no ...
... less than an hour we were laying our course , under a plea- sant topgallant breeze , for the straits of Gibraltar . I need not dwell on the incidents of our home- ward passage ; for I have no storms or shipwrecks to tell of ; no ...
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... less broken and dejected gait , and their children do not acquire " the trick of sorrow " so unchangeably . There is a poor woman , now , hanging clothes upon a line on the top of a building , some three stories below my win- dow level ...
... less broken and dejected gait , and their children do not acquire " the trick of sorrow " so unchangeably . There is a poor woman , now , hanging clothes upon a line on the top of a building , some three stories below my win- dow level ...
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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.