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... Rose in Winter ib . My Spirit's Lyre ib . Mother's Love ib . Past and Present To a Lady uttering a Slanderous Word SS Ballad ib . A Parody ib . The Loss of the Mexico ib . The Link of Nature · Lines on observing my infant start , and ...
... Rose in Winter ib . My Spirit's Lyre ib . Mother's Love ib . Past and Present To a Lady uttering a Slanderous Word SS Ballad ib . A Parody ib . The Loss of the Mexico ib . The Link of Nature · Lines on observing my infant start , and ...
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... roses bloom and the birds have birth- Ere the rude world's blight o'er my spirit has blown , Ere the music of life has lost one tone ; As the dew - drop swept from the aspen spray , With the summer's breath , I must pass away . The ...
... roses bloom and the birds have birth- Ere the rude world's blight o'er my spirit has blown , Ere the music of life has lost one tone ; As the dew - drop swept from the aspen spray , With the summer's breath , I must pass away . The ...
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... rose Wont you turn him out of the house . But unfashionable . He wore a full suit of yellow - on his feet , and bowing first to the young Mr. Brantley was much diverted , and laughed ish brown cloth , with all the gloss on . His lady ...
... rose Wont you turn him out of the house . But unfashionable . He wore a full suit of yellow - on his feet , and bowing first to the young Mr. Brantley was much diverted , and laughed ish brown cloth , with all the gloss on . His lady ...
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... rose in the morning . The clock struck twelve . She had just finished , and putting it by , the little girl calmly resigned herself to rest . Her repose was undisturbed . purse at home .'- This was her first attempt remain long under ...
... rose in the morning . The clock struck twelve . She had just finished , and putting it by , the little girl calmly resigned herself to rest . Her repose was undisturbed . purse at home .'- This was her first attempt remain long under ...
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... rose at the same moment and cor- dially embraced each other . From that hour Rose was the idol of them both . Six years after this , Rosanna , the ugly Rosanna , was the ornament of every society to which her mother presented her ...
... rose at the same moment and cor- dially embraced each other . From that hour Rose was the idol of them both . Six years after this , Rosanna , the ugly Rosanna , was the ornament of every society to which her mother presented her ...
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AMUSING MISCELLANY arms Augusta Aunt Rhoda beautiful bosom Brantley breath bright called Chase cheek child Choctaw Claverack cousin Darnley daughter dear death Dollars dress earth exclaimed eyes face father fear feel feet flowers free of postage gazed gentleman girl Grace hand happy heard heart heaven Henry Blair Hernanda Hinman hope hour HUDSON inst Isabel Kinderhook knew lady lips look Mantou marriage married mind Miss Frampton morning mother Mount Vernon Nahant never New-York night numbers of eight o'er Oakly Park Oceola pale passed person POETRY poor Pushmataha Quarto receive twelve copies remit replied returned RURAL REPOSITORY SATURDAY seemed sigh Singleton sister smile soon sorrow soul spirit Stanwood stood Suthgate sweet tears tell Texians thee thing thou thought tion Tudor voice wife woman words young youth
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Side 70 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Side 5 - Whatever argument may be drawn from particular examples, superficially viewed, a thorough examination of the subject will evince that the art of war is at once comprehensive and complicated ; that it demands much previous study; and that the possession of it, in its most improved and perfect state, is always of great moment to the security of a nation.
Side 118 - To leave nor track nor trace. And yet, with Him who counts the sands. And holds the waters in his hands, I know a lasting record stands, Inscribed against my name, Of all this mortal part has wrought; Of all this thinking soul has thought ; And from these fleeting moments caught For glory or for shame.
Side 115 - ... difficulty. I had not a farthing on earth, nor a friend to give me one : pen, ink, and paper, therefore, (in despite of the flippant remark of Lord Orford,) were, for the most part, as completely out of my reach, as a crown and sceptre. There was indeed a resource ; but the utmost caution and secrecy were necessary in applying to it. I beat out pieces of leather as smooth as possible and wrought my problems on them with a blunted awl: for the rest, my memory was tenacious, and I could multiply...
Side 133 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Side 16 - The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages : A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages. The gladsome current of our youth, Ere passion yet disorders, Steals lingering like a river smooth Along its grassy borders. But as the care-worn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye Stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker ? When joys have lost their bloom and breath And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death...
Side 118 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ; A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place Where I have trod the sandy shore Of time, and been, to he no more ; Of me, my frame, the name I bore, To leave no track nor trace.
Side 70 - If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone...
Side 70 - I still might press thy silent heart, and where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, thou seemest still mine own ; But there, I lay thee in thy grave — and I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, in thinking, too, of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn of light ne'er seen before, As Fancy never could have drawn, and never can restore 1 7o.—GO, FORGET MB.—lTo^s.
Side 5 - The institution of a military academy is also recommended by cogent reasons. However pacific the general policy of a nation may be, it ought never to be without an adequate stock of military knowledge for emergencies.