The Northern Light, Bind 4Charles Van Benthuysen, 1844 |
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Side 11
... sweet smiling cheerful May , that is if we believe the poets again , particularly the English ones- " Tomorrow will rise up thy loveliest day , " sang Miss Landon , apostrophising the month on the last of April . What visions of dances ...
... sweet smiling cheerful May , that is if we believe the poets again , particularly the English ones- " Tomorrow will rise up thy loveliest day , " sang Miss Landon , apostrophising the month on the last of April . What visions of dances ...
Side 12
... sweet the arch , fit canopy for so beautiful an earth . The cold ague - giving east wind has melted into a balmy fanning liquid south breeze , and the few clouds yet remaining turn out their " silver lining , " in- stead of a grim ...
... sweet the arch , fit canopy for so beautiful an earth . The cold ague - giving east wind has melted into a balmy fanning liquid south breeze , and the few clouds yet remaining turn out their " silver lining , " in- stead of a grim ...
Side 15
... sweet , Illumes the glowing hours ; Again I view the rock , the wood , That hang thy stream along , As sparkling to the sun , thy flood Sounds its Eolian song . How oft have I , a happy boy , Lain careless on thy bank , Where the violet ...
... sweet , Illumes the glowing hours ; Again I view the rock , the wood , That hang thy stream along , As sparkling to the sun , thy flood Sounds its Eolian song . How oft have I , a happy boy , Lain careless on thy bank , Where the violet ...
Side 20
... sweet sylvan scene , races met , and here they followed their destiny . The and the river must have echoed the song with its cool glittering tomahawk shone about their path - the fierce and hollow dashings . war - whoop rang in their ...
... sweet sylvan scene , races met , and here they followed their destiny . The and the river must have echoed the song with its cool glittering tomahawk shone about their path - the fierce and hollow dashings . war - whoop rang in their ...
Side 18
... Sweet were the tones of this caller to prayer , echoing amidst the gables of the hamlet , and melting over the surface of the river . The rough boat- man , as he urged his batteau along the shores , heard the soft chime stealing upon ...
... Sweet were the tones of this caller to prayer , echoing amidst the gables of the hamlet , and melting over the surface of the river . The rough boat- man , as he urged his batteau along the shores , heard the soft chime stealing upon ...
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Albany battle of Ivry beautiful Beaverwyck branches breast breath bright called character Christianse civil clouds cultivation death deep Dutch earth Edward Lytton faculty fancy feel flowers forest France fur trade genius GEORGE JAMES WEBB glorious green hand heart heaven hill hope Hudson Hudson River human hundred hurra Indian inhabitants interest Iroquois Island JAMES kill stealing Lake Lake Champlain Lake George land Lenape Lenni Lenape light living looked ment mental millions mind Mohawk moral mountain nature never New-York noble o'er object Patroon pine poet pond possession present Quaker racter revenue rich river S. S. RANDALL Samuel Woodworth scene smiles society song soul spirit stream STREET summer sweet thee things thou thought tion Toby trees tribes truth Van Benthuysen village Weresford whilst wild wind wonderful wood
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Side 36 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 36 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 63 - As I had occasion to pass daily to and from the buildingyard, while my boat was in progress, I have often loitered unknown near the idle groups of strangers, gathering in little circles, and heard various inquiries as to the object of this new vehicle. The language was uniformly that of scorn, or sneer, or ridicule.
Side 13 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Side 63 - They were silent, and sad, and weary. I read in their looks nothing but disaster, and almost repented of my efforts. The signal was given, and the boat moved on a short distance, and then stopped, and became immovable.
Side 63 - York, the project was viewed by the public either with indifference or with contempt, as a visionary scheme. My friends, indeed, were civil, but they were shy. They listened with patience to my explanations, but with a settled cast of incredulity on their countenances. I felt the full force of the lamentation of the poet, " Truths would you teach, to save a sinking land, All shun, none aid you, and few understand.
Side 11 - God said, let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowls of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
Side 63 - I told you it would be so, it is a foolish scheme ; I wish we were well out of it." I elevated myself upon a platform, and addressed the assembly. I stated that I knew not what was the matter ; but if they would be quiet, and indulge me for half an hour, I would either go on, or abandon the voyage for that time.
Side 63 - Never did a single encouraging remark, a bright hope, or a warm wish, cross my path.
Side 63 - The moment arrived in which the word was to be given for the vessel to move. My friends were in groups on the deck. There was anxiety mixed with fear among them. They were silent, sad, and weary.