The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Bind 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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Side 21
... seemed to engage him deeply . He stood pondering over the paper for several moments , with the air of one in earnest and perplexed meditation ; and then , suddenly crumpling it in his hand , and thrusting it into his pocket , cast round ...
... seemed to engage him deeply . He stood pondering over the paper for several moments , with the air of one in earnest and perplexed meditation ; and then , suddenly crumpling it in his hand , and thrusting it into his pocket , cast round ...
Side 30
... seemed to be displeased that he had caused so long a detention ; and when the tackle was hooked on , they ran away with the fall with a degree of spiteful velocity that made the chest run swiftly up to the yard - block before the ...
... seemed to be displeased that he had caused so long a detention ; and when the tackle was hooked on , they ran away with the fall with a degree of spiteful velocity that made the chest run swiftly up to the yard - block before the ...
Side 31
... seemed to hang around the mess - chest in Charles's state - room , and some strange stories got to be whispered through the ship concerning it . For my part , I had my own suspicions , and they were of a kind which troubled me a good ...
... seemed to hang around the mess - chest in Charles's state - room , and some strange stories got to be whispered through the ship concerning it . For my part , I had my own suspicions , and they were of a kind which troubled me a good ...
Side 32
... seemed a city of sapphire and topaz and gold . And when these hues faded away , and night suc- ceeded , I remember how beautiful its thousands of lamps shone through the darkness , while every here and there a long thread of fire ...
... seemed a city of sapphire and topaz and gold . And when these hues faded away , and night suc- ceeded , I remember how beautiful its thousands of lamps shone through the darkness , while every here and there a long thread of fire ...
Side 58
... seemed emptier than the head upon which it had depended for support . His pan- taloons , " Weak , but intrepid - sad , but unsubdued , " were shrivelled tightly over a brace of spindle- shanks , withered , weary , and forlorn , that ...
... seemed emptier than the head upon which it had depended for support . His pan- taloons , " Weak , but intrepid - sad , but unsubdued , " were shrivelled tightly over a brace of spindle- shanks , withered , weary , and forlorn , that ...
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afore aint beauty beneath boat bosom breath breeze brig brigantine brow Charles choly clouds cried dark deck devil door dream Duck Dunlavin Evans eyes fair fancy fear feel Fifa Fish FITZ-GREENE HALLECK forecastle gaze give glance Gracy hand head heart heaven honor horse hour Johnny Johnny Evans Julia Julia Smith laugh legs light lips look Mat Dolan melan ment mind morning Napoleon Bonaparte nature never New-York night o'er ocean once passed Peter Crane poet poor portmanteaus Pot Pie Palmer Potts quadrupeds R-ds racter replied rest roar round sail SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene schooner ship sleep smile soon spirit spring stood summer supercargo sure sweet thee thing thou thought Tibbs tion turn TYRONE POWER vessel voice walk watch wild WILLIAM COX WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wonder yankee young
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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.