Myrtis: With Other Etchings and SketchingsHarper, 1855 - 292 Seiten |
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... , ESQ . , LL.D. , A FRIEND TO THE LITERATURE OF HIS COUNTRY , AS WELL AS AN ELOQUENT SUPPORTER OF HER LAWS , This Volume is Dedicated , WITH THE GRATITUDE AND RESPECT OF ITS AUTHOR . PREFACE . My publishers , whose judgment I hold in.
... , ESQ . , LL.D. , A FRIEND TO THE LITERATURE OF HIS COUNTRY , AS WELL AS AN ELOQUENT SUPPORTER OF HER LAWS , This Volume is Dedicated , WITH THE GRATITUDE AND RESPECT OF ITS AUTHOR . PREFACE . My publishers , whose judgment I hold in.
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... friend , in those gardens where his voice still lingered , an imprisoned mel- ody . The sculpture which he had once passed with indifference , now stood forth in severe sublimity , the sad and silent statues seemed to beckon and com ...
... friend , in those gardens where his voice still lingered , an imprisoned mel- ody . The sculpture which he had once passed with indifference , now stood forth in severe sublimity , the sad and silent statues seemed to beckon and com ...
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... friend in whom such high confidence was wisely re- posed . Over the fortune of the orphans , which was considerable , he exercised a paternal care , and they entwined around his aged heart like the ivy , cover- ing it with the fresh ...
... friend in whom such high confidence was wisely re- posed . Over the fortune of the orphans , which was considerable , he exercised a paternal care , and they entwined around his aged heart like the ivy , cover- ing it with the fresh ...
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... friend , and the affectionate Alethea were incessantly talking of him ; while she , whose heart was most interested , seldom trusted to her voice the utterance of his name . There was about his image a sacredness which she reserved for ...
... friend , and the affectionate Alethea were incessantly talking of him ; while she , whose heart was most interested , seldom trusted to her voice the utterance of his name . There was about his image a sacredness which she reserved for ...
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... friend of Rome ? Have I said that insolence dared even to outrage the domestic sanctuary , and drive her thence in her beauty and innocence to such a prison as felons share ? Let her look , in her desolate or- phanage , to thee as her ...
... friend of Rome ? Have I said that insolence dared even to outrage the domestic sanctuary , and drive her thence in her beauty and innocence to such a prison as felons share ? Let her look , in her desolate or- phanage , to thee as her ...
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Ælius amid arms Athens babe beautiful birds blessed blood bosom bowed breath bright brother brow cheek cheer child Christian clasped cleave asunder colony comfort Commodus Connecticut countenance dark daughter dear dear Jane death deep dered duties dwelling earth emperor faith father fear feet flowers forest friends gazed grace gratitude grief habitation hand happiness hath head heard heart heaven honor hope husband Indian Jehoshaphat Jehu John Custis Lady Arabella larn lips listened lofty look maiden Malvina Marcellus Marcus Aurelius mind mingled Mohegan morning mother Mount Vernon murmur Myrtis never night noble Ontologon passed pathy peace Pequod Poland poor prayer Proclus proconsul Radzivil replied Rome Sassacus scarcely seemed sister slumbering smile sorrow soul spirit spoke stood sweet Talmage Tarbox tears tender thee thou thought tion Tituba tones Ulrica Uncas Vistula voice walk wife words young
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Seite 63 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Seite 21 - Fear made her devils, and weak hope her gods; Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, Whose attributes were rage, revenge, or lust; Such as the souls of cowards might conceive, And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe.
Seite 268 - Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part ; This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Seite 289 - Every log-cabin sends forth what it can spare for this work of pity and of sorrow. They cross each other's track. Incessantly they interrogate and reply, but in vain. The lost are not found ! In her mournful dwelling, the mother sat motionless. Her infant was upon her lap. The strong duty to succor its helplessness, grappled with the might of grief, and prevailed. Her eyes were riveted upon its brow. No sound passed her white lips. Pitying women, from distant habitations, gathered around and wept...
Seite 78 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 54 - There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane: I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again: I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on high: I long to see a flower so before the day I die. The building rook 'ill caw from the windy tall elm-tree, And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea, And the swallow 'ill come back again with summer o'er the wave But I shall lie alone, mother, within the mouldering grave.
Seite 155 - You are a liar ; I am no more a witch than you are a wizard ; and if you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink.
Seite 288 - But it is so dark, so dark !" Rousing herself with difficulty, she unties her apron, and spreads it over the head of the child, to protect it from the driving snow; she pillows the cold cheek on her breast, and grasps more firmly the benumbed hand by which she had so faithfully led her, through all their terrible pilgrimage. There they are ! One moves not. The other keeps vigil, feebly giving utterance, at intervals, to a low, suffocating spasm from a throat dried with hunger. Once more she leans...
Seite 102 - We, the rightful lords of yore, Are the rightful lords no more ; Like the silver mist we fail, Like the red leaves in the gale, — Fail like shadows, when the dawning Waves the bright flag of the morning.