The Legendary, Consisting of Original Pieces, Principally Illustrative of American History, Scenery, and Manners, Volume 2Nathaniel Parker Willis S. G. Goodrich, 1828 - American literature |
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... length hoping that he could instruct her to insin- uate herself into the only heart she had ever found impregnable , she revealed to him her difficulties . ' Be not distressed , ' said he , " I know Lucius thoroughly , and can trust him ...
... length hoping that he could instruct her to insin- uate herself into the only heart she had ever found impregnable , she revealed to him her difficulties . ' Be not distressed , ' said he , " I know Lucius thoroughly , and can trust him ...
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... length he smiled , and a tear , seemingly of joy rather than sorrow , made its way through his long eyelash . Involuntarily she stooped to kiss him , but awaking at her touch , he repulsed her , at the same time exclaiming , ' Is it you ...
... length he smiled , and a tear , seemingly of joy rather than sorrow , made its way through his long eyelash . Involuntarily she stooped to kiss him , but awaking at her touch , he repulsed her , at the same time exclaiming , ' Is it you ...
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... length effected his object . Delighted with his success , he felt confident of a cure . The next morning he was up much before his usual time and beside the bed of Favorite , refusing to leave him even to take breakfast . As her husband ...
... length effected his object . Delighted with his success , he felt confident of a cure . The next morning he was up much before his usual time and beside the bed of Favorite , refusing to leave him even to take breakfast . As her husband ...
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... length sobbed he , ' when I first I know he did , for he tried to lick my hand d ; he will never do so again ; oh ! my poor dog ! my dear Favorite ! ' came ; Mrs Lloyd , distressed at the growing violence of his sorrow , endeavoured to ...
... length sobbed he , ' when I first I know he did , for he tried to lick my hand d ; he will never do so again ; oh ! my poor dog ! my dear Favorite ! ' came ; Mrs Lloyd , distressed at the growing violence of his sorrow , endeavoured to ...
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... length , with a hurried step , as not daring to trust her resolution , she entered the carriage which was to convey her to her new home . ' Where is Master Lucius ? ' asked she , as she ascended . ' In the garden , Mistress , ' replied ...
... length , with a hurried step , as not daring to trust her resolution , she entered the carriage which was to convey her to her new home . ' Where is Master Lucius ? ' asked she , as she ascended . ' In the garden , Mistress , ' replied ...
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Page 106 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife...
Page 105 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty 'Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 106 - Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Page 4 - He battles heart and arm, his own blue sky Above him, and his own green land around, Land of his father's grave, His blessing and his prayers, Land where he learned to lisp a mother's name, The first beloved in life, the last forgot, Land of his frolic youth, Land of his bridal eve, Land of his children — vain your columned strength, Invaders ! vain your battles' steel and fire ! Choose ye the morrow's doom — A prison or a grave.
Page 105 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 182 - Sings cheerfully to itself; rhy musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes...
Page 182 - ... cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes listening to the faster fall Of the large drops, or rising with the stir Of an unbidden thought, have walk'd awhile, With the slow steps of indolence, my room, And then sat down composedly again To my quaint book of olden poetry. It is a kind of idleness, I know ; And I am said to be an idle man — And it...
Page 3 - ... hearts And hopes as dead and cold, A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field, in silence and deep gloom, And at their conqueror's feet Laid their war-weapons down. Sullen and stern, disarmed but not dishonored ; Brave men, but brave in vain, they yielded there : The soldier's trial-task Is not alone