Peter's Letters to His KinsfolkC. S. Van Winkle, 101 Greenwich street, 1820 - 575 sider |
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... scene with rays enriched by the deep tinges of the at- mosphere through which they passed . I do not pretend to compare my own feelings now - a - days with those of that happy time - neither have I any intention of representing ...
... scene with rays enriched by the deep tinges of the at- mosphere through which they passed . I do not pretend to compare my own feelings now - a - days with those of that happy time - neither have I any intention of representing ...
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... scenes of murder , rape , incest - seem to have been the staple commodities of a week - day life , among these ferocious nobles ! But , in good truth , I did not come to Scotland to learn such things as these ; and although a little ...
... scenes of murder , rape , incest - seem to have been the staple commodities of a week - day life , among these ferocious nobles ! But , in good truth , I did not come to Scotland to learn such things as these ; and although a little ...
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... scene which met my eyes when I entered . I have never witnessed a more tri- umphant display of national enthusiasm , and had never ex- pected to witness any display within many thousand degrees of it , under any thing else than the ...
... scene which met my eyes when I entered . I have never witnessed a more tri- umphant display of national enthusiasm , and had never ex- pected to witness any display within many thousand degrees of it , under any thing else than the ...
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... scenes - and he that is a very great poet , may be by no means a very popu- lar one . The critics who ridicule Mr Wordsworth , for choosing the themes of his poetry among a set of objects new and uninte- resting to their minds , would ...
... scenes - and he that is a very great poet , may be by no means a very popu- lar one . The critics who ridicule Mr Wordsworth , for choosing the themes of his poetry among a set of objects new and uninte- resting to their minds , would ...
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... scene as Poosie Nan- sie's- " Rising , rejoicing Between his twa Deborahs , Looked round him , and found them . Impatient for his chorus . " It is by such familiarity alone that the secret and essence of that charm , which no group of ...
... scene as Poosie Nan- sie's- " Rising , rejoicing Between his twa Deborahs , Looked round him , and found them . Impatient for his chorus . " It is by such familiarity alone that the secret and essence of that charm , which no group of ...
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Side 124 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Side 102 - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Side 70 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Side 345 - On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the blazing Chariot of the Sun, A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.
Side 398 - With solemn touches,* troubled thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Moved on in silence to soft pipes that charmed Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil...
Side 80 - From that bleak tenement He, many an evening, to his distant home In solitude returning, saw the hills Grow larger in the darkness; all alone Beheld the stars come out above his head, And travelled through the wood, with no one near To whom he might confess the things he saw.
Side 340 - ... so thick the aery crowd swarmed and were straitened ; till, the signal given, behold a wonder ! they but now who seemed in bigness to surpass earth's giant sons, now less than smallest dwarfs in narrow room throng numberless...
Side 494 - As if their silent company were charged With peaceful admonitions for the heart Of all-beholding Man, earth's thoughtful lord ; Then, in full many a region, once like this The assured domain of calm simplicity And pensive quiet, an unnatural light Prepared for never-resting Labour's eyes...
Side 76 - I AM a son of Mars who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars wherever I come ; This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Side 76 - And now a widow, I must mourn The pleasures that will ne'er return; No comfort but a hearty can, When I think on John Highlandman. RECITATIVO A pigmy scraper, wi...