The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Band 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good night ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile , To blush and gently smile , Nor fade at last . - Herrick . IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . II . NEW - YORK : HARPER AND BROTHERS ...
... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good night ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile , To blush and gently smile , Nor fade at last . - Herrick . IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . II . NEW - YORK : HARPER AND BROTHERS ...
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... hour , in summer's hour , To - day with joy has covered My winter bower , my winter bower . Blest be the lips that breathe it , As mine have been , as mine have been , When pressed , in dreams , beneath it , To hers unseen , to hers ...
... hour , in summer's hour , To - day with joy has covered My winter bower , my winter bower . Blest be the lips that breathe it , As mine have been , as mine have been , When pressed , in dreams , beneath it , To hers unseen , to hers ...
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... hours that should restore her husband to her arms , and who , herself incapable of change , had probably never entertained a doubt of his fidelity . I am not much given to the melting mood , but I confess that my meditations on this ...
... hours that should restore her husband to her arms , and who , herself incapable of change , had probably never entertained a doubt of his fidelity . I am not much given to the melting mood , but I confess that my meditations on this ...
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... hour we lay waiting for him with our anchor apeak , and our loose topsails flapping idly against the mast . The capstan - bars were shipped and manned , the crew all at their stations , the accommodation - ladder un- rigged , and every ...
... hour we lay waiting for him with our anchor apeak , and our loose topsails flapping idly against the mast . The capstan - bars were shipped and manned , the crew all at their stations , the accommodation - ladder un- rigged , and every ...
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... hour we were laying our course , under a plea- sant topgallant breeze , for the straits of Gibraltar . I need not dwell on the incidents of our home- ward passage ; for I have no storms or shipwrecks to tell of ; no hairbreadth escapes ...
... hour we were laying our course , under a plea- sant topgallant breeze , for the straits of Gibraltar . I need not dwell on the incidents of our home- ward passage ; for I have no storms or shipwrecks to tell of ; no hairbreadth escapes ...
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afore aint beauty beneath boat bosom breath breeze brig brigantine brow Charles choly clouds cried dark deck devil door dream Duck Dunlavin Evans eyes fair fancy fear feel Fifa Fish FITZ-GREENE HALLECK forecastle gaze give glance Gracy hand head heart heaven honor horse hour Johnny Johnny Evans Julia Julia Smith laugh legs light lips look Mat Dolan melan ment mind morning Napoleon Bonaparte nature never New-York night o'er ocean once passed Peter Crane poet poor portmanteaus Pot Pie Palmer Potts quadrupeds R-ds racter replied rest roar round sail SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene schooner ship sleep smile soon spirit spring stood summer supercargo sure sweet thee thing thou thought Tibbs tion turn TYRONE POWER vessel voice walk watch wild WILLIAM COX WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wonder yankee young
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Seite 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Seite 96 - 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...
Seite 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Seite 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Seite 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Seite 244 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Seite 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Seite 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Seite 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Seite 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.