Atkinson's Casket, Volume 8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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Pagina 3
... scanning his bland and noble face , Where goodness was all that his eye could trace , He baughtily smiled at his hiding place , Far under the hat's broad brim . " Thou'lt find , " said the Quaker , " Farewell, Knife Grinder,
... scanning his bland and noble face , Where goodness was all that his eye could trace , He baughtily smiled at his hiding place , Far under the hat's broad brim . " Thou'lt find , " said the Quaker , " Farewell, Knife Grinder,
Pagina 10
... face with his pointing to the poor sufferer- " which will be little hands , and kissed her . " Wake , wake ! - engraven on my mind as long as I live ! -But the Cousin Aggy - get up ! " he cried , " Papa say , worst is , perhaps , yet to ...
... face with his pointing to the poor sufferer- " which will be little hands , and kissed her . " Wake , wake ! - engraven on my mind as long as I live ! -But the Cousin Aggy - get up ! " he cried , " Papa say , worst is , perhaps , yet to ...
Pagina 12
... face that had a gleam of mad- ness in it . Mr.N- what are you about ? For mer- cy's sake be calm ? Let me lead you , for a mo- ment , into another room , and all shall be ex- plained ? " said I , approaching and grasping him firmly by ...
... face that had a gleam of mad- ness in it . Mr.N- what are you about ? For mer- cy's sake be calm ? Let me lead you , for a mo- ment , into another room , and all shall be ex- plained ? " said I , approaching and grasping him firmly by ...
Pagina 13
... face white as ashes , and he fell from his chair , as if in a fit . How shall I describe what I saw , on approach- ing the bed ? - to The moment before , I had left Miss P lying in her usual position , and her eyes closed . They were ...
... face white as ashes , and he fell from his chair , as if in a fit . How shall I describe what I saw , on approach- ing the bed ? - to The moment before , I had left Miss P lying in her usual position , and her eyes closed . They were ...
Pagina 14
... faces in the lightning . ' " Come , child , you rave ! " " They seemed coming towards the world " - Her voice trembled , the colour of her face changed . Well , if you will talk such nonsense , Agnes , I must leave you . I will go and ...
... faces in the lightning . ' " Come , child , you rave ! " " They seemed coming towards the world " - Her voice trembled , the colour of her face changed . Well , if you will talk such nonsense , Agnes , I must leave you . I will go and ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 26 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Pagina 26 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Pagina 12 - While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying to him, Thy daughter is dead; trouble not the Master. 50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.
Pagina 437 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Pagina 12 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept, and bewailed her : but he said, " Weep not ; she is not dead, but sleepeth.
Pagina 72 - An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Boldly, by battery, besieged Belgrade ; Cossack commanders cannonading come — Dealing destruction's devastating doom ; Every endeavor, engineers essay, For fame, for fortune — fighting furious fray : — Generals 'gainst generals grapple — gracious God ! How honors Heaven, heroic hardihood...
Pagina 437 - And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o
Pagina 44 - ... have only one set of ideas, and one set of words to clothe them in; and these are always ready at the mouth : so people come faster out of a church when it is almost empty, than when a crowd is at the door.
Pagina 407 - Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Pagina 407 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile : The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale. The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain , A new creation rescued from his reign.