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Pagina 3
... sweet to me ' twill be to think It holds no drop for thee . Then fare thee well ! an exile now , Without a friend or home ; With anguish written on my brow About the world I roam ; For all my dreams of bliss are o'er- Fate bade them all ...
... sweet to me ' twill be to think It holds no drop for thee . Then fare thee well ! an exile now , Without a friend or home ; With anguish written on my brow About the world I roam ; For all my dreams of bliss are o'er- Fate bade them all ...
Pagina 15
... sweet little monkey . " Since I came into these quarters , a youth , with a pale face and a letter of introduction ... sweet rest ; But peace and hope , and trust in Heaven , Were to my sorrowing spirit given . Not dead in what a blessed ...
... sweet little monkey . " Since I came into these quarters , a youth , with a pale face and a letter of introduction ... sweet rest ; But peace and hope , and trust in Heaven , Were to my sorrowing spirit given . Not dead in what a blessed ...
Pagina 21
... sweet - briar perfumed the open places and old fields , without cultivation . Southern boys grow up equestrians . How freshly do I recall the extempore races along the wide bot- toms of the creeks - as we call such brooks in Amer- ica ...
... sweet - briar perfumed the open places and old fields , without cultivation . Southern boys grow up equestrians . How freshly do I recall the extempore races along the wide bot- toms of the creeks - as we call such brooks in Amer- ica ...
Pagina 22
... sweet will , and wander he did , with a witness , in all the byways of such reading as half - a - dozen gentlemen's houses , and the parson's study , afforded . What ensued ? I was five and forty before I ever knew that I was a pedant ...
... sweet will , and wander he did , with a witness , in all the byways of such reading as half - a - dozen gentlemen's houses , and the parson's study , afforded . What ensued ? I was five and forty before I ever knew that I was a pedant ...
Pagina 24
... sweet slumber , under cover of which , I slipped into the la- dies ' apartment . " Ha ! " cried Grace O'Meara ... sweets , returns to me , As homeward comes at eve the honey - freighted bee . MY FIRST SUNDAY IN MEXICO . FROM THE JOURNAL ...
... sweet slumber , under cover of which , I slipped into the la- dies ' apartment . " Ha ! " cried Grace O'Meara ... sweets , returns to me , As homeward comes at eve the honey - freighted bee . MY FIRST SUNDAY IN MEXICO . FROM THE JOURNAL ...
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Pagina 441 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Pagina 313 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.
Pagina 385 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet, lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Pagina 386 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal...
Pagina 456 - Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon. Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers, Oh, grant us cool heavens and favoring airs. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Pagina 304 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Pagina 299 - I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Pagina 332 - The nobility of the Spencers has been illustrated and enriched by the trophies of Marlborough ; but I exhort them to consider the Fairy Queen* as the most precious jewel of their coronet.
Pagina 355 - ... few minutes to overwhelm us ; and small quantities of sand did actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.
Pagina 386 - Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.