Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Crayon Reading Book: Comprising Selections from the Various Writings of ...
Visualització completa - 1855
Acbar Adelantado admiration Alhambra ancient Andreas Martin appearance arms arrived beautiful behold Boabdil bosom buffalo burst Cadiz camp caravels Castilian cavaliers clouds Columbus convent court dark death deep delight dilla distance earth fancy feelings forest friar gate gave gaze gloom Granada grave hands heard heart heaven hills horses Hunt hunters Indian inhabitants Isabella island Juan Juan Perez kind king Lactantius land light lofty looked lumbus Manetho mind mingled Moguer monuments Moorish Narragansets natives nature neighboring night noble ocean Palos passed Peter Stuyvesant pipe of peace Pokanoket poor prairies pride rendered river Rocky Mountains round ruin sail savage scene seemed sepulchres ship shore silent solemn song sorrow soul sovereigns Spain Spaniards Spanish spirit stream summit surrounded thing thunder tion tomb trees tribes Vasco Nuñez vast village voyage wandered warriors whole wild wind Xenel
Pàgina 193 - Oh, the grave! — the grave! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him?
Pàgina 207 - ... the caverns of the deep. Silence, oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end. What sighs have been wafted after that ship ! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home ! How often has the mistress, the wife...
Pàgina 80 - 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.
Pàgina 194 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet, — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Pàgina 192 - Who, even in the hour of agony, would forget the friend over whom he mourns? Who, even when the tomb is closing upon the remains of her he most loved, when he feels his heart, as it were, crushed in the closing of its portal, would accept of consolation that must be bought by forgetfulness ? No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul.
Pàgina 240 - He was exactly five feet six inches in height and six feet five inches in circumference. His head was a perfect sphere, and of such stupendous dimensions that Dame Nature, with all her sex's ingenuity, would have been puzzled to construct a neck capable of supporting it; wherefore she wisely declined the attempt, and settled it firmly on the top of his backbone, just between the shoulders.
Pàgina 204 - To an American visiting Europe, the long voyage he has to make is an excellent preparative. The temporary absence of worldly scenes and employments produces a state of mind peculiarly fitted to receive new and vivid impressions.
Pàgina 189 - History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet; the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand, and their epitaphs but characters written in the dust? What is the security of a tomb or the perpetuity of an embalmment?
Pàgina 26 - ... to give to all remote and unknown regions ? Had he come upon some wild island far in the Indian sea; or was this the famed Cipango itself, the object of his golden fancies? A thousand speculations of the kind must have swarmed upon him, as, with his anxious crews, he waited for the night to pass away ; wondering whether the morning light would reveal a savage wilderness, or dawn upon spicy groves, and glittering fanes, and gilded cities, and all the splendor of oriental civilization.