The Rover, Volume 2Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree Labree, Dean & Company, 1844 |
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... course much of its -original force and vividness is probably lost . But still the reader of taste , will agree with the editor of the Quarterly , who considers it " one of the most remarkable ballads of modern times . " A short history ...
... course much of its -original force and vividness is probably lost . But still the reader of taste , will agree with the editor of the Quarterly , who considers it " one of the most remarkable ballads of modern times . " A short history ...
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... course of their gambol they crossed to the opposite shore , where they encountered an individual , whose society under present circumstances , afforded them very little satisfaction . Mason , aware that he was pursued , and having as ...
... course of their gambol they crossed to the opposite shore , where they encountered an individual , whose society under present circumstances , afforded them very little satisfaction . Mason , aware that he was pursued , and having as ...
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... course ship them for a market on board of that tight and fast sailing little craft , the Rover . THE CONSEQUENCE OF WEARING A WHITE CRAVAT . BY T. B. READ . ONE year ago I sported a white cravat , which on a person so youthful ...
... course ship them for a market on board of that tight and fast sailing little craft , the Rover . THE CONSEQUENCE OF WEARING A WHITE CRAVAT . BY T. B. READ . ONE year ago I sported a white cravat , which on a person so youthful ...
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... course of a very few weeks the strange improvement will smile , and smirk , and condemn , as lightly , as if in the appearance , demeanor , and dress of Ellen Merle , she owed not her untimely doom to its heartless dewas the theme of ...
... course of a very few weeks the strange improvement will smile , and smirk , and condemn , as lightly , as if in the appearance , demeanor , and dress of Ellen Merle , she owed not her untimely doom to its heartless dewas the theme of ...
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... course is run- and utter weakness brings the damp , which ushers in the night of death . MINUTES PASS . - His breathing grows softer and lower - his pulse beats fainter and feebler . Those around him are listening , but cannot tell when ...
... course is run- and utter weakness brings the damp , which ushers in the night of death . MINUTES PASS . - His breathing grows softer and lower - his pulse beats fainter and feebler . Those around him are listening , but cannot tell when ...
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Abencerrage appeared arms beautiful Black Maria boat bosom BOSTON ROVER brave old world called Captain child cried dark daugh dead dear death door earth ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH Eugene Sue exclaimed eyes face father fear feel feet fell felt fire girl give Guttridge half hand Hannah head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Indians Jack Wilson knew lady light live look marriage ment mind MOCHA DICK morning mother never night once Onesiphorus passed Penobscot bay poor replied rose round ROVER Sally scene SEBA SMITH seemed seen side smile soon spirit Stephen Girard stood stranger surprize tears tell Thamyris Thecla thee thing thou thought tion told took turned village voice walk wife wild wind woman words young Zephaniah
Popular passages
Page 207 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 233 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 207 - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced...
Page 207 - And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Page 207 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Page 199 - WE watched her breathing through the night Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 118 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 118 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Page 376 - Above the lowly plants it towers, The fennel, with its yellow flowers, And in an earlier age than ours ^ Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood ; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food ; And he who battled and subdued, A wreath of fennel wore.
Page 389 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...