American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 161840 |
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... lady and gentleman , whom they had not seen before , just sitting down . John looked upon the table and smacked his lips , as his eyes took an accurate inventory of the good things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ...
... lady and gentleman , whom they had not seen before , just sitting down . John looked upon the table and smacked his lips , as his eyes took an accurate inventory of the good things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ...
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... lady exclaimed , Do n't , my dear , get excited ; do n't , I beg of you , for my sake ; do be composed ; I would rather eat addled eggs , and rancid butter , and stale bread , and drink muddy , horse - footy coffee , all the rest of my ...
... lady exclaimed , Do n't , my dear , get excited ; do n't , I beg of you , for my sake ; do be composed ; I would rather eat addled eggs , and rancid butter , and stale bread , and drink muddy , horse - footy coffee , all the rest of my ...
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... lady ; ' I want to know ! What a pretty creature that young man is ! ' looking at our hero ; ' I want to know if he is your brother ! ' ' No , madam , ' replied Jeremiah . - ' Well , I thought you did n't look much alike , ' said the lady ...
... lady ; ' I want to know ! What a pretty creature that young man is ! ' looking at our hero ; ' I want to know if he is your brother ! ' ' No , madam , ' replied Jeremiah . - ' Well , I thought you did n't look much alike , ' said the lady ...
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... lady . Presently three or four young men came in , apparently the farmer's sons , and shortly after the master of the house himself made his appearance . He was a very saintly - seeming personage , and Je- remiah , with his accustomed ...
... lady . Presently three or four young men came in , apparently the farmer's sons , and shortly after the master of the house himself made his appearance . He was a very saintly - seeming personage , and Je- remiah , with his accustomed ...
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... lady in her furs , walks in fleecy clouds through the milky way ? Believe me , it is not a pleasure to be despised ... ladies and minstrels ; and there dance out the stars of heaven , and return home repentant in the morning . If you ...
... lady in her furs , walks in fleecy clouds through the milky way ? Believe me , it is not a pleasure to be despised ... ladies and minstrels ; and there dance out the stars of heaven , and return home repentant in the morning . If you ...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 8 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Kinahan Cornwallis,Timothy Flint,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1836 |
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Sida 409 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 409 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Sida 409 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Sida 409 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Sida 93 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Sida 90 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught: then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Sida 64 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Sida 75 - ... the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Sida 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Sida 90 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...