The Sparrowgrass Papers: Or, Living in the CountryDerby & Jackson, 1856 - 328页 |
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第58页
... rest of the show . When we got to the door we found the entrance fee was twenty - five cents . We repre- sented that we had been in before . " That may be , " replied the cash - taker , " but we don't sell season tickets at this ...
... rest of the show . When we got to the door we found the entrance fee was twenty - five cents . We repre- sented that we had been in before . " That may be , " replied the cash - taker , " but we don't sell season tickets at this ...
第84页
... rest and proceed . " " Corn , " said Mrs. Sparrow- grass , with a smile . " Variety ? " " Pop , I am sure . " ' Good , now we begin to see daylight . ' Squash , " said Mrs. Sparrowgrass . 66 ( 6 " " " Winter or Summer ? " " Both ...
... rest and proceed . " " Corn , " said Mrs. Sparrow- grass , with a smile . " Variety ? " " Pop , I am sure . " ' Good , now we begin to see daylight . ' Squash , " said Mrs. Sparrowgrass . 66 ( 6 " " " Winter or Summer ? " " Both ...
第91页
... rest of his confederates were there , quietly feeding on the remains of the garden . Finally I found myself on the hot , high road , with all my captives and one dog , in search of the pound . Not knowing where the pound was , after ...
... rest of his confederates were there , quietly feeding on the remains of the garden . Finally I found myself on the hot , high road , with all my captives and one dog , in search of the pound . Not knowing where the pound was , after ...
第123页
... rest of the horses put together in that stable . It is a good thing to have a saddle - horse in the country . The early morning ride , when dawn and dew freshen and flush the landscape , is comparable to no earthly , innocent pleasure ...
... rest of the horses put together in that stable . It is a good thing to have a saddle - horse in the country . The early morning ride , when dawn and dew freshen and flush the landscape , is comparable to no earthly , innocent pleasure ...
第152页
... rest Katy - did , and you - nocturnal bugler , mosquito , rest ! We have had again warmer weather and fogs . We love to see a fog in the country . Look over the wide expanse of the river , smooth as looking- 152 SPARROW GRASS PAPERS .
... rest Katy - did , and you - nocturnal bugler , mosquito , rest ! We have had again warmer weather and fogs . We love to see a fog in the country . Look over the wide expanse of the river , smooth as looking- 152 SPARROW GRASS PAPERS .
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第83页 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
第35页 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
第67页 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
第38页 - But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
第246页 - To one who has been long in city pent, "Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,— to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
第59页 - Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood ! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love, and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, With sunset and its gorgeous ministers, And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood, And winter robing with pure snow and crowns Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs...
第141页 - I was pleased with the exploit, but after a few minutes was seized with horror, as having in a sportive way killed an innocent creature while she was careful for her young. I beheld her lying dead and thought those young ones for which she was so careful must now perish for want of their dam to nourish them...
第102页 - Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee...
第197页 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
第102页 - The hard condition, but that she would loose The people; therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing, but that all Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd. Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud.