The Rover, Հատոր 2Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree Labree, Dean & Company, 1844 |
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... hand . Mrs. Guttridge lingered a little behind ; but when at last she faltered along , with feeble and hesitating step , and held up her thin , trembling hand , and raised her pale blue eyes , half swimming in tears , toward the court ...
... hand . Mrs. Guttridge lingered a little behind ; but when at last she faltered along , with feeble and hesitating step , and held up her thin , trembling hand , and raised her pale blue eyes , half swimming in tears , toward the court ...
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... hand which is eminently beautiful . Before publishing that , however , we give place to the following graphic and humorous prose sketch from the same hand . By the way , the writer in his private letter modestly asks us to give him our ...
... hand which is eminently beautiful . Before publishing that , however , we give place to the following graphic and humorous prose sketch from the same hand . By the way , the writer in his private letter modestly asks us to give him our ...
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... hand , she suddenly heard a light , hasty step close by her ; and looking up , she beheld before her a tall noble youth , of some nineteen summers , perhaps , though to judge from the bronzed hue and mature expression of a face whose ...
... hand , she suddenly heard a light , hasty step close by her ; and looking up , she beheld before her a tall noble youth , of some nineteen summers , perhaps , though to judge from the bronzed hue and mature expression of a face whose ...
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... hand and heart you love me ! you love me ! This is my revenge , and -my name and my fortune ! Oh , Ellen ! scorn not this the hope that has given light to the darkness of the offer unless you would drive me to distraction . my lone and ...
... hand and heart you love me ! you love me ! This is my revenge , and -my name and my fortune ! Oh , Ellen ! scorn not this the hope that has given light to the darkness of the offer unless you would drive me to distraction . my lone and ...
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... hand has become familiar with the cane , to which he is ob- liged to trust in his walks . He has left the bustle which fatigued him . He looks anxiously in each day's paper among the deaths - and then ponders over the names of an old ...
... hand has become familiar with the cane , to which he is ob- liged to trust in his walks . He has left the bustle which fatigued him . He looks anxiously in each day's paper among the deaths - and then ponders over the names of an old ...
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Abencerrage appeared arms beautiful Black Maria boat bosom BOSTON ROVER brave old world called Captain child cried dark daugh dead dear death door earth ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH Eugene Sue exclaimed eyes face father fear feel feet fell felt fire girl give Guttridge half hand Hannah head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Indians Jack Wilson knew lady light live look marriage ment mind MOCHA DICK morning mother never night once Onesiphorus passed Penobscot bay poor replied rose round ROVER Sally scene SEBA SMITH seemed seen side smile soon spirit Stephen Girard stood stranger surprize tears tell Thamyris Thecla thee thing thou thought tion told took turned village voice walk wife wild wind woman words young Zephaniah
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Էջ 207 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Էջ 233 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Էջ 207 - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced...
Էջ 207 - And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Էջ 207 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Էջ 199 - WE watched her breathing through the night Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Էջ 118 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Էջ 118 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Էջ 376 - Above the lowly plants it towers, The fennel, with its yellow flowers, And in an earlier age than ours ^ Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood ; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food ; And he who battled and subdued, A wreath of fennel wore.
Էջ 389 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...