At Home and Abroad: A Sketch-book of the Life, Scenery, and Men, Հատոր 1

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Էջ 135 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Էջ 470 - Where falls not hail, or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Էջ 49 - Jesus' sake, forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here: Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Էջ 173 - Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides; Or the simpler comes, with basket and book For herbs of power on thy banks to look; Or haply...
Էջ 484 - A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.
Էջ 343 - He must be at least fifty years old," said Humboldt. "He is seventy," I answered, "but as young as ever." " Ah ! " said he, " I have lived so long that I have almost lost the consciousness of time. I belong to the age of Jefferson and Gallatin, and I heard of Washington's death while travelling in South America.
Էջ 338 - ... name and object, and asking for an interview. Three days afterwards I received through the city post a reply in his own hand, stating that, although he was suffering from a cold which had followed his removal from Potsdam to the capital, he would willingly receive me, and appointed orite o'clock the next day for the visit.
Էջ 337 - ... rendered necessary. Some of my works, I knew, had found their way into his hands : I was at the beginning of a journey which would probably lead me through regions which his feet had traversed and his genius illustrated, and it was not merely a natural • curiosity which attracted me towards him.
Էջ 34 - Rest to weary hearts thou are most dear," sang a spirit shut out from Paradise ; but there can be no deeper rest than that which descends alike on heart, brain, and limbs. One must have whirled for a year or two in the very vortex of our American life, to taste the repose of the ocean in its refreshing fulness : " Duty and Care fade far away ; What Toil may be we cannot guess : As a ship anchored in a bay, As a cloud at summer noon astray, As water-blooms on a breezeless day — So the heart sleeps,...
Էջ 21 - A YOUNG AUTHOR'S LIFE IN LONDON. I REACHED London for the second time about the middle of March, 1846, after a dismal walk through Normandy, and a stormy passage across the Channel. I stood upon London Bridge, in the raw mist and the falling twilight, with a franc and a half in my pocket, and deliberated what I should do. Weak from sea-sickness, hungry, chilled, and without a single acquaintance in the great city, my situation was about as hopeless as it is possible to conceive.

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