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... aunt Ashmore lives so far from Miss Pipingcord's that it will be ten or eleven o'clock before William gets back , and I shall be all that time on thorns to know if she has not already disfigured my bonnet with the vile blue and yellow ...
... aunt Ashmore lives so far from Miss Pipingcord's that it will be ten or eleven o'clock before William gets back , and I shall be all that time on thorns to know if she has not already disfigured my bonnet with the vile blue and yellow ...
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... aunt of Mrs. Ark- wright , who is only daughter of Stephen Kemble , and cousin to the present Mrs. Fanny Butler . The Irish bard , in alluding to this poem , observes- In these stanzas , I have done little more than relate a fact in ...
... aunt of Mrs. Ark- wright , who is only daughter of Stephen Kemble , and cousin to the present Mrs. Fanny Butler . The Irish bard , in alluding to this poem , observes- In these stanzas , I have done little more than relate a fact in ...
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... aunt , and was then considered of little or no account , had greatly increased in value by a new and flourishing town having sprung up in its immediate vicinity . This tract he had recently been able to sell for ten thousand dollars ...
... aunt , and was then considered of little or no account , had greatly increased in value by a new and flourishing town having sprung up in its immediate vicinity . This tract he had recently been able to sell for ten thousand dollars ...
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... aunt , the Suddenly the door opened , and a visitor Lady Alice , and though retired from the was announced . ' Not at home , ' cried Florence hastily . society of the age in which they lived , many were the suitors aspiring to the hand ...
... aunt , the Suddenly the door opened , and a visitor Lady Alice , and though retired from the was announced . ' Not at home , ' cried Florence hastily . society of the age in which they lived , many were the suitors aspiring to the hand ...
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... Aunt Rhoda by the whole neighborhood ; and , who having no children of her own , would willingly have been aunt to all Boston . One of her inmates , a youth named Chase Loring , was only a sort of boarder . He was nephew to her late ...
... Aunt Rhoda by the whole neighborhood ; and , who having no children of her own , would willingly have been aunt to all Boston . One of her inmates , a youth named Chase Loring , was only a sort of boarder . He was nephew to her late ...
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Page 70 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Page 5 - Whatever argument may be drawn from particular examples, superficially viewed, a thorough examination of the subject will evince that the art of war is at once comprehensive and complicated ; that it demands much previous study; and that the possession of it, in its most improved and perfect state, is always of great moment to the security of a nation.
Page 118 - To leave nor track nor trace. And yet, with Him who counts the sands. And holds the waters in his hands, I know a lasting record stands, Inscribed against my name, Of all this mortal part has wrought; Of all this thinking soul has thought ; And from these fleeting moments caught For glory or for shame.
Page 115 - ... difficulty. I had not a farthing on earth, nor a friend to give me one : pen, ink, and paper, therefore, (in despite of the flippant remark of Lord Orford,) were, for the most part, as completely out of my reach, as a crown and sceptre. There was indeed a resource ; but the utmost caution and secrecy were necessary in applying to it. I beat out pieces of leather as smooth as possible and wrought my problems on them with a blunted awl: for the rest, my memory was tenacious, and I could multiply...
Page 133 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 16 - The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages : A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river smooth Along its grassy borders. But as the care-worn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye Stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker ? When joys have lost their bloom and breath And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death...
Page 118 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ; A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place Where I have trod the sandy shore Of time, and been, to he no more ; Of me, my frame, the name I bore, To leave no track nor trace.
Page 70 - If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone...
Page 70 - I still might press thy silent heart, and where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, thou seemest still mine own ; But there, I lay thee in thy grave — and I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, in thinking, too, of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn of light ne'er seen before, As Fancy never could have drawn, and never can restore 1 7o.—GO, FORGET MB.—lTo^s.
Page 5 - The institution of a military academy is also recommended by cogent reasons. However pacific the general policy of a nation may be, it ought never to be without an adequate stock of military knowledge for emergencies.