The Sparrowgrass Papers: Or, Living in the CountryDerby & Jackson, 1856 - 328页 |
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... Frederic Swartwout Cozzens. To ONE OF THE GENTLEST OF HUMORISTS , TO THE REV . FREDERICK W. SHELTON , AUTHOR OF LETTERS FROM UP THE RIVER , This Volume 99 IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED . GENTLE READER ! Doubtless you have read , in the.
... Frederic Swartwout Cozzens. To ONE OF THE GENTLEST OF HUMORISTS , TO THE REV . FREDERICK W. SHELTON , AUTHOR OF LETTERS FROM UP THE RIVER , This Volume 99 IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED . GENTLE READER ! Doubtless you have read , in the.
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... river ; but the faithful creature came back in less than an hour- that dog's smell was remarkable , indeed . I have bought me a fyke ! A fyke is a good thing to have in the country . A fyke is a fish - net , with long wings on each side ...
... river ; but the faithful creature came back in less than an hour- that dog's smell was remarkable , indeed . I have bought me a fyke ! A fyke is a good thing to have in the country . A fyke is a fish - net , with long wings on each side ...
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... River - dale with any show of reason . " A Simpson's Pointer - a Fordhammer . " " A what ? " “ A Fordhammer . ” Mrs. Sparrowgrass said she thought , at first , I was getting profane . " But , " she added , " you do not answer my ...
... River - dale with any show of reason . " A Simpson's Pointer - a Fordhammer . " " A what ? " “ A Fordhammer . ” Mrs. Sparrowgrass said she thought , at first , I was getting profane . " But , " she added , " you do not answer my ...
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... river was without a ripple . We saw the con- glomerated volumes of snow - white vapor ascending to the zenith , and below lay the Hudson , roughening in the now audibly approaching breeze . Mean- while the sky grew ashy pale in the ...
... river was without a ripple . We saw the con- glomerated volumes of snow - white vapor ascending to the zenith , and below lay the Hudson , roughening in the now audibly approaching breeze . Mean- while the sky grew ashy pale in the ...
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... river , shutting out every- thing beyond , except the spectral masts and spars of a schooner riding at anchor . The Palisades started up in the gloom , as their precipitous masses were revealed by the flashes of unearthly light that ...
... river , shutting out every- thing beyond , except the spectral masts and spars of a schooner riding at anchor . The Palisades started up in the gloom , as their precipitous masses were revealed by the flashes of unearthly light that ...
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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.