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By H. R. tice of , 157 SCHOOLCRAFT , Esq . , 211 , 428 Gathering Snow - Drops , 235 An Old - time Salmagundi , 236 God in Nature . By H. W. RockAmerican Portrait of Dickens , noWELL , Esq . , 236 tice of , 278 Geographical Extremes ...
By H. R. tice of , 157 SCHOOLCRAFT , Esq . , 211 , 428 Gathering Snow - Drops , 235 An Old - time Salmagundi , 236 God in Nature . By H. W. RockAmerican Portrait of Dickens , noWELL , Esq . , 236 tice of , 278 Geographical Extremes ...
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By GEOFFREY CRAYMemoirs of CHARLES MATHEWS , 262 ON , Gent . , 404 Mercantile Library Association , 277 Spirit Witnesses in Nature , 411 Mocha Dick , the Pacific Whale , 377 Spring - Time . By W. G. Simms , Esq . , 427 My Tablets ...
By GEOFFREY CRAYMemoirs of CHARLES MATHEWS , 262 ON , Gent . , 404 Mercantile Library Association , 277 Spirit Witnesses in Nature , 411 Mocha Dick , the Pacific Whale , 377 Spring - Time . By W. G. Simms , Esq . , 427 My Tablets ...
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His mansion , adorned with busts and paintings , and the dim portraits of a gentle ancestry , bespoke the man of liberal taste and ainple fortune . Yet was he mild and benevolent in his nature , and sitting ...
His mansion , adorned with busts and paintings , and the dim portraits of a gentle ancestry , bespoke the man of liberal taste and ainple fortune . Yet was he mild and benevolent in his nature , and sitting ...
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The lambs of the flock who followed the steps of the shepherd , were then any thing but lamb - like in their nature , and many voices were lifted high in anger . But he quelled the impending storm , and led the way to the ' green ...
The lambs of the flock who followed the steps of the shepherd , were then any thing but lamb - like in their nature , and many voices were lifted high in anger . But he quelled the impending storm , and led the way to the ' green ...
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Sea , the The attraction which Michilimackinac presents to the worshipper of nature , as well as that which its trade holds out to the man of business , exists chiefly in the summer season ; and it is rather singular , that its unusual ...
Sea , the The attraction which Michilimackinac presents to the worshipper of nature , as well as that which its trade holds out to the man of business , exists chiefly in the summer season ; and it is rather singular , that its unusual ...
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 360 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 412 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 360 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...