The Scrap Table for MDCCCXXXI.Carter, Hendee & Babcock, 1830 - 184 pàgines |
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... night from land to land , I have strange power of speech , That moment that his face I see , I know the man that must hear ma . ' ¿ Boston 18:30 LH NRY Sex PUBLIC LIBRARY 906758A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R.
... night from land to land , I have strange power of speech , That moment that his face I see , I know the man that must hear ma . ' ¿ Boston 18:30 LH NRY Sex PUBLIC LIBRARY 906758A ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R.
Pàgina 20
... night her tears . With her last prop gone , and her last hope taken from her , she must have had a heart of stone to have outlived her misfortunes . Their voyage had every prospect of success ; their vessel was in its gayest trim ; not ...
... night her tears . With her last prop gone , and her last hope taken from her , she must have had a heart of stone to have outlived her misfortunes . Their voyage had every prospect of success ; their vessel was in its gayest trim ; not ...
Pàgina 27
... night came , she remained on deck , in hopes of catching another glimpse of her beloved France . ' She refused to retire to her cabin , made the deck her couch , and would taste nothing that was offered her . Wrapping herself in a sea ...
... night came , she remained on deck , in hopes of catching another glimpse of her beloved France . ' She refused to retire to her cabin , made the deck her couch , and would taste nothing that was offered her . Wrapping herself in a sea ...
Pàgina 39
... night they had ever known . Strong and affecting remembrances were all at once called to mind ; tender ties and dear affections at once forever parted . On the morrow , for now indeed was sor- row fallen upon them , they were to be ...
... night they had ever known . Strong and affecting remembrances were all at once called to mind ; tender ties and dear affections at once forever parted . On the morrow , for now indeed was sor- row fallen upon them , they were to be ...
Pàgina 41
... night of the grave , ' cried I to my com- panion , will arise both peace and consolation . ' I have learned that the inscription graces an urn of white marble over the Pastor's grave , and that the village is still the seat of innocence ...
... night of the grave , ' cried I to my com- panion , will arise both peace and consolation . ' I have learned that the inscription graces an urn of white marble over the Pastor's grave , and that the village is still the seat of innocence ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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.