Peter's Letters to His KinsfolkC. S. Van Winkle, 101 Greenwich street, 1820 - 575 sider |
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... walks , so that one reaches the sum- mit without the least fatigue . It seems as if you had not quitted the streets , so easy is the ascent ; and yet where did streets or city ever afford such a prospect ! The view changes every moment ...
... walks , so that one reaches the sum- mit without the least fatigue . It seems as if you had not quitted the streets , so easy is the ascent ; and yet where did streets or city ever afford such a prospect ! The view changes every moment ...
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... walks with his toes in ; but his limbs seem full of sinew , and he is of a seemly breadth across the back . He uses to wear a hat of singular broad brims , like a Quaker , for the convenience of shadow to his eyes , which are weak ...
... walks with his toes in ; but his limbs seem full of sinew , and he is of a seemly breadth across the back . He uses to wear a hat of singular broad brims , like a Quaker , for the convenience of shadow to his eyes , which are weak ...
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... walk close under your chin or mine without ever catching the eye even for a moment . How- ever , he is scarcely shorter than Campbell ; and some inches taller than Tom Moore , or the late Monk Lewis . I remem- ber Lord Clarendon ...
... walk close under your chin or mine without ever catching the eye even for a moment . How- ever , he is scarcely shorter than Campbell ; and some inches taller than Tom Moore , or the late Monk Lewis . I remem- ber Lord Clarendon ...
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... walk with a handkerchief held before my eyes - and in spite of all my precautions , I have been several times in such a state , that I have absolutely rubbed myself blind . The whole of this arises from the want of watering the streets ...
... walk with a handkerchief held before my eyes - and in spite of all my precautions , I have been several times in such a state , that I have absolutely rubbed myself blind . The whole of this arises from the want of watering the streets ...
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... walk- ed out with them . Then came RM , whom you remember at Balliol , a relation and intimate friend of J's . He and the celebrated orator Alison officiate together in one of the Episcopalian chapels in Edinburgh . Although we never ...
... walk- ed out with them . Then came RM , whom you remember at Balliol , a relation and intimate friend of J's . He and the celebrated orator Alison officiate together in one of the Episcopalian chapels in Edinburgh . Although we never ...
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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...