The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Bind 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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Side 25
... poor old widow woman and her niece . We were yet at some distance when we noticed the house at which the soldiers paused , and we could perceive the withered old duenna standing on her threshold , throwing her arms about with great ...
... poor old widow woman and her niece . We were yet at some distance when we noticed the house at which the soldiers paused , and we could perceive the withered old duenna standing on her threshold , throwing her arms about with great ...
Side 32
... poor wife were prominent subjects of my thoughts ; and I need hardly tell the reader that I feared the happi- ness of the latter was about to receive a cruel shock . And yet I had some strong misgivings on this head . As many officers ...
... poor wife were prominent subjects of my thoughts ; and I need hardly tell the reader that I feared the happi- ness of the latter was about to receive a cruel shock . And yet I had some strong misgivings on this head . As many officers ...
Side 37
... poor flower will wave Above me in the summer air . For there are none to plant it - none To water it with patient tears ; My cradle - watchers - they are gone- The monitors of my young years Are silent now - there was a time- It is a ...
... poor flower will wave Above me in the summer air . For there are none to plant it - none To water it with patient tears ; My cradle - watchers - they are gone- The monitors of my young years Are silent now - there was a time- It is a ...
Side 38
... heart of Howard with the deepest yearnings of compassion . I know not how it is , but poverty in New - York seems to me incom- parably wretched . In Boston , the poor never im- press you with that sick - hearted sense of their.
... heart of Howard with the deepest yearnings of compassion . I know not how it is , but poverty in New - York seems to me incom- parably wretched . In Boston , the poor never im- press you with that sick - hearted sense of their.
Side 39
... poor woman , now , hanging clothes upon a line on the top of a building , some three stories below my win- dow level . She is perfectly gray , and her hair is tied together and falling over her back , hardly dis- tinguishable , in its ...
... poor woman , now , hanging clothes upon a line on the top of a building , some three stories below my win- dow level . She is perfectly gray , and her hair is tied together and falling over her back , hardly dis- tinguishable , in its ...
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Side 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Side 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Side 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Side 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Side 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Side 244 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Side 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Side 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Side 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Side 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.