The Scrap Table for MDCCCXXXI.Carter, Hendee & Babcock, 1830 - 184 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... happy auspices , a strong attachment was the result of their acquaintance : " For he was bravest of the brave ; She , fairest of the fair . " Preferring him to the crowd of suitors , to whose entreaties she had listened with unaltered ...
... happy auspices , a strong attachment was the result of their acquaintance : " For he was bravest of the brave ; She , fairest of the fair . " Preferring him to the crowd of suitors , to whose entreaties she had listened with unaltered ...
Pàgina 15
... happy about her , was frequent in kind attentions to her friends , and was eminently " The light and the joy of them all . " The most romantic visions of his youth were real- ized in the life of Frederick , and his happiness shone ...
... happy about her , was frequent in kind attentions to her friends , and was eminently " The light and the joy of them all . " The most romantic visions of his youth were real- ized in the life of Frederick , and his happiness shone ...
Pàgina 23
... happy days , when it saw her influence hush to silence the voice of clamor and contention . The first year of her reign , in which the most fanciful wishes of her heart had only been made known to be gratified , had not yet passed ...
... happy days , when it saw her influence hush to silence the voice of clamor and contention . The first year of her reign , in which the most fanciful wishes of her heart had only been made known to be gratified , had not yet passed ...
Pàgina 28
... happy land , which , alas ! I shall visit no more . ' In this manner she continued to speak , till the land breeze which the morning brought with it , carried the fleet to sea . Under cover of a thick fog , they escaped the English ...
... happy land , which , alas ! I shall visit no more . ' In this manner she continued to speak , till the land breeze which the morning brought with it , carried the fleet to sea . Under cover of a thick fog , they escaped the English ...
Pàgina 30
... happy . Her beauty would have rallied a host of armed men around her . Her youth would have been a safeguard , and her in- nocence a protection . Her accomplishments would have led to the cultivation of the social arts . Under her ...
... happy . Her beauty would have rallied a host of armed men around her . Her youth would have been a safeguard , and her in- nocence a protection . Her accomplishments would have led to the cultivation of the social arts . Under her ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
admiration American amusement appearance army arrived aunt Balcarras beautiful British British army Capt Beaufort Capt Reginald Cavan Beaufort character Charlotte Eustace cher colonel Hanger command crowd danger daughter dear delighted distance door dressed Easterling Edmund English excited fair fancy fate father feeling felt forever forget fortune French gave gentleman George Clinton glass guests hand happy head heard heart heaven honor hope horse Housseker instant island John Carr King's Arms known land letter look Lord Cornbury manner Mapleloft ment military mind Miss Eustace Miss St Lawrence mistress never night Norfolk punch officers passed pier glass pleasure possession prisoners received recollection regiment remark replied scarce scene seat seemed Sir Henry Clinton soon sorrow spirit St Hilary Stadtholder stood sweet taste thing tion Tippleglass took uncon village voice whig York York island young lady youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 64 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 147 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Pàgina 31 - I SAW thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time, And waste its bloom away, Mary ! Yet still thy features wore that light, Which fleets not with the breath ; And life ne'er look'd more...
Pàgina 121 - The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild...
Pàgina 101 - In our country [she continues], though all men are not "created equal," such is the influence of the sentiment of liberty and political equality, that "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame," may with as much probability be supposed to affect conduct and expectation in the log cabin as in the marble mansion; and to illustrate this truth, to dispel that erroneous belief of the necessary baseness of the "common people...
Pàgina 125 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Pàgina 99 - England, has rendered herself forever famous. The exhibition of her devotion to him amid the horrors of battle, and the tedious hours of sickness, has been celebrated by the classic pen of Burgoyne, as a ' picture of the spirit, the enterprize, and the distress of romance realized, and regulated, upon the chaste and sober principles of rational love and connubial duty.
Pàgina 80 - Arms, the noisy chorus of the bar was hushed to silence, and Tippleglass sank to rest with sundry calculations of profit, which were followed by a delightful dream of wealth and repose. He might have been almost heard to exclaim, with ancient Pistol : ' A foutra for the world and worldlings base, I speak of Africa and golden joys,' THE EXILE, ' I will a round unvarnished tale deliver.
Pàgina 32 - Seem'd worthless in thy own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere : Or could we keep the souls we love, We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet, Than to remember thee, Mary !i — :o: — BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.