American Monthly Knickerbocker, Svazek 161840 |
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Strana 11
... seen , That burn as deep , and pierce as keen . To - morrow I can meet her too A walking party ; shall I go , And stir the tide now calmly clear ? Pshaw ! nonsense ! what have I to fear ? The scars of previous wounds o'ergrow , And make ...
... seen , That burn as deep , and pierce as keen . To - morrow I can meet her too A walking party ; shall I go , And stir the tide now calmly clear ? Pshaw ! nonsense ! what have I to fear ? The scars of previous wounds o'ergrow , And make ...
Strana 18
... seen before , just sitting down . John looked upon the table and smacked his lips , as his eyes took an accurate inventory of the good things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ham , apple - pies and waffles , butter ...
... seen before , just sitting down . John looked upon the table and smacked his lips , as his eyes took an accurate inventory of the good things with which it was covered ; there were eggs and fried ham , apple - pies and waffles , butter ...
Strana 20
... seen at the breakfast table , smoking a segar on the piazza after his breakfast , and he told the stranger of his mishap , and of the unpleasant situation in which he found himself in consequence . " ' I see you have got a watch ...
... seen at the breakfast table , smoking a segar on the piazza after his breakfast , and he told the stranger of his mishap , and of the unpleasant situation in which he found himself in consequence . " ' I see you have got a watch ...
Strana 23
... seen a comelier looking young lady . Presently three or four young men came in , apparently the farmer's sons , and shortly after the master of the house himself made his appearance . He was a very saintly - seeming personage , and Je ...
... seen a comelier looking young lady . Presently three or four young men came in , apparently the farmer's sons , and shortly after the master of the house himself made his appearance . He was a very saintly - seeming personage , and Je ...
Strana 35
... seen a snow - storm at Pine Hill . Nor is less enchanting the spectacle of the grove emerging from a wintry rain ; its branches incrusted with the pure crystal ; its long hair hanging in icicles , and fretted with the hoar frosts ...
... seen a snow - storm at Pine Hill . Nor is less enchanting the spectacle of the grove emerging from a wintry rain ; its branches incrusted with the pure crystal ; its long hair hanging in icicles , and fretted with the hoar frosts ...
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Strana 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Strana 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Strana 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Strana 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Strana 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Strana 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Strana 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Strana 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Strana 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Strana 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.