Afloat and Ashore; Or, The Adventures of Miles Wallingford, Volums 1-2The Author, 1844 - 207 pàgines |
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Pàgina 11
... manner in which the mill- wright shook his head at the risk he ran , when the arresting power lost its control of the machinery , the heavy head of water burst into the buckets , and the wheel whirled round , carrying my unfortunate ...
... manner in which the mill- wright shook his head at the risk he ran , when the arresting power lost its control of the machinery , the heavy head of water burst into the buckets , and the wheel whirled round , carrying my unfortunate ...
Pàgina 15
... manner in which he had disposed of his property . I heard something said of his will , and gleaned a little , acci- dentally , of the forms that had been gone through in proving the instrument , and of obtaining its probate . Shortly ...
... manner in which he had disposed of his property . I heard something said of his will , and gleaned a little , acci- dentally , of the forms that had been gone through in proving the instrument , and of obtaining its probate . Shortly ...
Pàgina 17
... manner that I rather think was charac- teristic of my habits at that day , got to love me as a brother or comrade . It is not easy to describe the affection of an attached slave , which has blended with it the pride of a par- tisan ...
... manner that I rather think was charac- teristic of my habits at that day , got to love me as a brother or comrade . It is not easy to describe the affection of an attached slave , which has blended with it the pride of a par- tisan ...
Pàgina 18
... manner of misspending hours that could never be recalled . The first time I ever played truant was under the patronage of Neb , who decoyed me away from my books to go nutting on the mountain , stoutly maintaining that chestnuts were ...
... manner of misspending hours that could never be recalled . The first time I ever played truant was under the patronage of Neb , who decoyed me away from my books to go nutting on the mountain , stoutly maintaining that chestnuts were ...
Pàgina 20
... manner of showing them , that would have made a far less interesting face altogether agree . able . Her voice and laugh , too , when happy and free from care , were joyousness itself . It would be saying too much , perhaps , to assert ...
... manner of showing them , that would have made a far less interesting face altogether agree . able . Her voice and laugh , too , when happy and free from care , were joyousness itself . It would be saying too much , perhaps , to assert ...
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Afloat and Ashore; Or, The Adventures of Miles Wallingford: Vol. 1-4 James Fenimore Cooper Visualització completa - 1851 |
Afloat and Ashore, Or The Adventures of Miles Wallingford James Fenimore Cooper Visualització completa - 1850 |
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Pàgina 53 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pàgina 250 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.