Sketches of New England Or, Memories of the Country: Justice of the Peace and QuorumE. French, 1842 - 286 Seiten |
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... quiet old homes of the peasantry of the moun- tains ; the ancient farming towns of the commonwealth , whose soil , too rough to tempt the avarice of the indo- lent , has been handed down with the staunch virtues of its first cultivators ...
... quiet old homes of the peasantry of the moun- tains ; the ancient farming towns of the commonwealth , whose soil , too rough to tempt the avarice of the indo- lent , has been handed down with the staunch virtues of its first cultivators ...
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... quiet and thoughtful circle ; the very house - dog himself learns to know the evening , and has lazily stretched himself to sleep beneath the master's chair ; while on the wooden chimney - piece lies an open Bible , ready for family ...
... quiet and thoughtful circle ; the very house - dog himself learns to know the evening , and has lazily stretched himself to sleep beneath the master's chair ; while on the wooden chimney - piece lies an open Bible , ready for family ...
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... quiet and cheer- ful aspect at the sick - bed ; his grave and solemn tones in the churchyard ; his relief to the poor , his comforts to the afflicted , his reproof to the wandering ; and I felt that to no man more than he , could the ...
... quiet and cheer- ful aspect at the sick - bed ; his grave and solemn tones in the churchyard ; his relief to the poor , his comforts to the afflicted , his reproof to the wandering ; and I felt that to no man more than he , could the ...
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... quietly lay back his head , and open his mouth . The doctor bent forward his body , put in the turnkey , adjusted it upon the tooth , and was just about to turn it , when the patient springing back exclaimed , in a tone of agony , that ...
... quietly lay back his head , and open his mouth . The doctor bent forward his body , put in the turnkey , adjusted it upon the tooth , and was just about to turn it , when the patient springing back exclaimed , in a tone of agony , that ...
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... quiet bed . Dry , sarcastic , and yet · There too was always found our country lawyer , jolly Julius Johnson . No mean pettifogger he , but a man endowed with talents of the highest order , and yet whose business to a stranger would ...
... quiet bed . Dry , sarcastic , and yet · There too was always found our country lawyer , jolly Julius Johnson . No mean pettifogger he , but a man endowed with talents of the highest order , and yet whose business to a stranger would ...
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Seite 268 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust ; And give these sacred relics room, To seek a slumber in the dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds : no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son...
Seite 267 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some' moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
Seite 103 - I wish the bald eagle had not been chosen as the representative of our country : he is a bird of bad moral character; he does not get his living honestly.
Seite 104 - ... and, when that diligent bird has at length taken a fish, and is bearing it to his nest for the support of his mate and young ones, the bald eagle pursues him and takes it from him. With all this injustice he is never in good case ; but, like those among men who live by sharping and robbing, he is generally poor, and often very lousy.
Seite 267 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Seite 97 - Who first beholds the Alps — that mighty chain Of Mountains, stretching on from east to west, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, As to belong rather to Heaven than Earth — But instantly receives into his soul A sense, a feeling that he loses not, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and for ever...
Seite 260 - Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Seite 197 - In expressing slowness of apprehension this actor surpassed all others. You could see the first dawn of an idea stealing slowly over his countenance, climbing up by little and little, with a painful process, till it cleared up at last to the fulness of a twilight conception — its highest meridian.
Seite 269 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast...
Seite 7 - It's no in making muckle mair : It's no in books; it's no in lear, To mak us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang...