The Poughkeepsie Casket, Հատոր 2Killey & Lossing, 1839 |
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Արդյունքներ 99–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... , " Tell your master that Zeuxis stoops not to compete with plebians . Tell him I trampled his insolent chal- lenge beneath my feet , even as I would crush its author . Begone ! Gods , is it come to 2 POUGHKEEPSIE CASKET .
... , " Tell your master that Zeuxis stoops not to compete with plebians . Tell him I trampled his insolent chal- lenge beneath my feet , even as I would crush its author . Begone ! Gods , is it come to 2 POUGHKEEPSIE CASKET .
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... feet of Zeuxis , he could not have been more astounded . The curtain was painted upon the tablet , and was so exquisitely wrought , that even the practiced eye of Zeuxis did not detect the deception . “ I yield ! I yield ! " cried the ...
... feet of Zeuxis , he could not have been more astounded . The curtain was painted upon the tablet , and was so exquisitely wrought , that even the practiced eye of Zeuxis did not detect the deception . “ I yield ! I yield ! " cried the ...
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... feet , and beg That where the mother is , the child may dwell ? LYDIA HI , SIGOURNEY . THE MERRY HEART . I would not from the wise require The lumber of their learned lore ; Nor would I from the rich desire A single counter of their ...
... feet , and beg That where the mother is , the child may dwell ? LYDIA HI , SIGOURNEY . THE MERRY HEART . I would not from the wise require The lumber of their learned lore ; Nor would I from the rich desire A single counter of their ...
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... feet were encased in small square toed shoes mounted by buckles of the most or- thodox dimensions ; and so completely was her youthful form disguised by the rude badges of her profession that a superficial observer would have judged her ...
... feet were encased in small square toed shoes mounted by buckles of the most or- thodox dimensions ; and so completely was her youthful form disguised by the rude badges of her profession that a superficial observer would have judged her ...
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... feet as if by supernatural effort , and said solemnly - Mother Jemima Richardson ! hast thou ever known me to be guilty of false . hood ? ' Never but what meanest thou ? ding private schools . North Carolina has a fund of $ 70,000 ...
... feet as if by supernatural effort , and said solemnly - Mother Jemima Richardson ! hast thou ever known me to be guilty of false . hood ? ' Never but what meanest thou ? ding private schools . North Carolina has a fund of $ 70,000 ...
Common terms and phrases
Amenia appear Azan beautiful blessed bosom breath bright brow called character child Christian church Claudius COMUS Cortland dark daugh daughter dear death door Dutchess county earth exclaimed eyes fair father feelings feet female Fishkill flowers gaze girl give grace grave Greece hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honor hope hour husband inst KILLEY lady land light lips literary live look Main-street marriage married Mary ment mind Miss moral morning mother nature Nero never New-York night o'er Parrhasius passed person Poughkeepsie Casket Red Hook replied Rhinebeck scene Sheshbazzar smile soon soul spirit stringed instrument sweet tears thee things thou thought tion trees Union Vale village voice Wargrave wife woman words young youth Zeuxis Zuma
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Էջ 80 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Էջ 54 - The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Էջ 54 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Էջ 67 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving...
Էջ 107 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Էջ 98 - She heard me thus, and, though divinely brought, Yet innocence and virgin modesty, Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be...
Էջ 59 - Not in the least. He made himself a mean, dirty fellow for that very end. He has paid his health, his conscience, his liberty for it; and will you envy him his bargain ? Will you hang your head and blush in his presence because he outshines you in equipage and show ? Lift up your brow with a noble confidence, and say to yourself, I have not these things, it is true ; but it is because I have not sought, because I have not desired them; it is because I possess something better. I have chosen my lot....
Էջ 120 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Էջ 74 - I envy no quality of the mind or intellect in others ; not genius, power, wit, or fancy: but, if I could choose what would be most delightful, and, I believe, most useful to me, I should prefer a firm religious belief to every other blessing; for it makes life a discipline of goodness — creates new hopes, when all earthly hopes vanish ; and throws over the decay, the destruction of existence, the most gorgeous of all lights ; awakens life even in death, and from corruption and decay calls up beauty...
Էջ 102 - There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain. Morn came — a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud, The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain, and broke — And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision : " He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver.