Tales of an American Landlord: Containing Sketches of Life South of the Potomac ...

W. B. Gilley, 1824


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第 11 頁 - You lavish'd more than might support three days. A heavy morning comes; your cares return With tenfold rage. An anxious stomach well May be endured; so may the throbbing head: But such a dim delirium, such a dream Involves you; such a dastardly despair Unmans your soul as maddening Pentheus felt, When, baited round Cithaeron's cruel sides, He saw two suns, and double Thebes ascend.
第 40 頁 - With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good Night !
第 36 頁 - Marvel not at this ; for the hour is coming, in which all that are in their graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth-; they that have done good to the resurrection of life ; and they that have done evil to the resurrection of damnation,"
第 171 頁 - And his sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron the son of Zohar the Hittite, which is before Mamre ; 10 The field which Abraham purchased of the sons of Heth : there was Abraham buried and Sarah his wife.
第 116 頁 - Hope and fear alternate sway*d his breast; Like light and shade upon a waving field, Coursing each other, when the flying clouds Now hide, and now reveal, the sun.
第 62 頁 - See! how they range Dispersed, how busily this way and that, They cross, examining with curious nose Each likely haunt. Hark! on the drag I hear Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry More nobly full, and swelled with every mouth.
第 11 頁 - I'll be as diverting as ever I can, I will by the faith of a sinner ! I mimic all actors, the worst, and the best, I'll sing him a song, I'll crack him a jest, I'll make him act better than Henley the priest. I'll tell him so, sir, says Will Thomas, Will Thomas, I'll tell him so, etc.
第 62 頁 - Exalts his pleasures, and his grief beguiles. " Blows not a blossom on the breast of Spring, Breathes not a gale along the bending mead, Trills not a songster of the soaring wing, But fragrance, health, and melody succeed.
第 171 頁 - towards the mark, for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
第 192 頁 - Ii aught so fair, In all the dewy landscape of the spring, In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn, In nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair As virtuous friendship ? as the candid blush Of him who strives with fortune to be just ? The graceful tear that streams for other's woe...