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... never could determine which , the hors- land farmer , in the northern part of the es sprung from the road , and carriage , county of Worcester , where he enjoyed passengers and baggage were thrown in the common advantages of a district ...
... never could determine which , the hors- land farmer , in the northern part of the es sprung from the road , and carriage , county of Worcester , where he enjoyed passengers and baggage were thrown in the common advantages of a district ...
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... never could consent to be left at the mercy of the author of her late misfortune . This request serv- ed to raise George still higher in the es- timation of the proprietor , who felt him- self so much flattered by the lady's par ...
... never could consent to be left at the mercy of the author of her late misfortune . This request serv- ed to raise George still higher in the es- timation of the proprietor , who felt him- self so much flattered by the lady's par ...
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... never shall forget , He said , ' tis hard to leave so bright a world ; Yes , it is painful : when so pure a thing As this fair earth , is putting forth its charms In all their loveliness ; and luxuries Are showering down around us ...
... never shall forget , He said , ' tis hard to leave so bright a world ; Yes , it is painful : when so pure a thing As this fair earth , is putting forth its charms In all their loveliness ; and luxuries Are showering down around us ...
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... never know the pangs which I have known . " " Oh , " returned Ann , " I am happy with him or without him ; but he has made me believe , that without my fa- vor he should be unhappy , and I could not bear the thought of that , you know ...
... never know the pangs which I have known . " " Oh , " returned Ann , " I am happy with him or without him ; but he has made me believe , that without my fa- vor he should be unhappy , and I could not bear the thought of that , you know ...
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... never offered further violence , nor even suffered me to wit- ness any , but left me concealed in one of the I came in one beautiful summer night , and West India Islands , ( as I suppose ) when they Job was reading Byron ! If he had ...
... never offered further violence , nor even suffered me to wit- ness any , but left me concealed in one of the I came in one beautiful summer night , and West India Islands , ( as I suppose ) when they Job was reading Byron ! If he had ...
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Page 21 - I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper. Another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver ; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector's dish, — gold and all.
Page 60 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
Page 22 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 21 - I happened soon after to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me. I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften and concluded to give the copper.
Page 132 - The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: 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 132 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 92 - The stars that gild the gloomy night; The seas that roll unnumber'd waves; The wood that spreads its shady leaves; The field whose ears conceal the grain, The yellow treasure of the plain; All of these, and all I see, Should be sung, and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can, But want and ask the tongue of man.
Page 171 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Page 132 - ... wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Page 156 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !