American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 9Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1837 - Periodicals |
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... hears not when fortune speaks , The gold be thine - give back my youth to me ! VI . Within the crucible what dost thou feel ? Nothing ! Thou art more poor and I more old . ' No , no ! ' thou say'st , ' to - morrow , with fresh zeal ...
... hears not when fortune speaks , The gold be thine - give back my youth to me ! VI . Within the crucible what dost thou feel ? Nothing ! Thou art more poor and I more old . ' No , no ! ' thou say'st , ' to - morrow , with fresh zeal ...
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... hear it chink among the yellow bars of gold . Harley commenced digging , cautioning his companion to bear hard upon the rod , lest the whole , in a moment , should move . Matters proceeded exceedingly well , until they were almost down ...
... hear it chink among the yellow bars of gold . Harley commenced digging , cautioning his companion to bear hard upon the rod , lest the whole , in a moment , should move . Matters proceeded exceedingly well , until they were almost down ...
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... hear her sweet voice , and respond her warm kiss . I lay my head upon her bosom - the bosom that nourished me and weep tears of joy . Call this foolish , unmanly , weak , if you will - but give me many such hours ! They are the bright ...
... hear her sweet voice , and respond her warm kiss . I lay my head upon her bosom - the bosom that nourished me and weep tears of joy . Call this foolish , unmanly , weak , if you will - but give me many such hours ! They are the bright ...
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... hear thee still ! Ir you visit Niagara , I think I would perform the journey in Oc- tober . Oh , when the trees are clothed in their many - colored autum . nal robes - when the day - god goes to his rest as a monarch goes to his ...
... hear thee still ! Ir you visit Niagara , I think I would perform the journey in Oc- tober . Oh , when the trees are clothed in their many - colored autum . nal robes - when the day - god goes to his rest as a monarch goes to his ...
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... hear no- thing bad of her , ' he says to a guest at the ' Red Cow , ' which hotel he kept ; you can say nothing good of her , without telling a d - d lie ; and in coorse , the less you say , the better . ' Thus am I situated and ...
... hear no- thing bad of her , ' he says to a guest at the ' Red Cow , ' which hotel he kept ; you can say nothing good of her , without telling a d - d lie ; and in coorse , the less you say , the better . ' Thus am I situated and ...
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Page 81 - I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 375 - I cry aloud to all and sundry in my plainest accents and at the very tiptop of my voice. Here it is, gentlemen ! Here is the good liquor...
Page 517 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 561 - He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.
Page 375 - Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price of your children's food for a swig half so delicious?
Page 422 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 375 - Who next ? Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other schoolboy troubles, in a draught from the Town Pump.
Page 375 - It were a pity, if all this outcry should draw no customers. Here they come. A hot day, gentlemen! Quaff, and away again, so as to keep yourselves in a nice cool sweat. You, my friend, will need another cupful, to wash the dust out of your throat, if it be as thick there as -it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score...
Page 375 - Dry work, this speechifying; especially to an unpractised orator. I never conceived, till now, what toil the temperance lecturers undergo for my sake. Hereafter, they shall have the business to themselves. Do, some kind Christian, pump a stroke or two, just to wet my whistle. Thank you, sir ! My dear hearers, when the world shall have been regenerated...
Page 5 - Mr. Gascoigne was a ruined politician, a man of evil fame, or at least had been so till time had buried him from the knowledge of the present generation, and made him obscure instead of infamous. As for the Widow Wycherly, tradition tells us that she was a great beauty in her day ; but, for a long while past, she had lived in deep seclusion, on account of certain scandalous stories which had prejudiced the gentry of the town against her. It is a circumstance worth mentioning that each of these three...