Atkinson's Casket, Том 8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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... Saturday Evening Post . THE TWILIGHT HOUR . How sweet the twilight pensive hour , While o'er ny throbbing heart , I feel its softening soothing power , Tranquillity impart . My troubled spirit finds repose As evening shades appear . And ...
... Saturday Evening Post . THE TWILIGHT HOUR . How sweet the twilight pensive hour , While o'er ny throbbing heart , I feel its softening soothing power , Tranquillity impart . My troubled spirit finds repose As evening shades appear . And ...
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... evening skies , While thro the glittering glade and glen grasp'd at pleasure's butterflies . My path was strown with sweetest flowers ; stray'd thro ' childhood's blooming bowers ... Saturday Evening Post . AMERICAN POETICAL PORTRAITS.
... evening skies , While thro the glittering glade and glen grasp'd at pleasure's butterflies . My path was strown with sweetest flowers ; stray'd thro ' childhood's blooming bowers ... Saturday Evening Post . AMERICAN POETICAL PORTRAITS.
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... Saturday Evening Post . AMERICAN POETICAL PORTRAITS . TRUMBULL . Thy emblem of a mask- Half serious , half gay-- Denote the master mind , Who fearless led the way . DWIGHT . A wide extended sea , Of aspect drear and lone , Within whose ...
... Saturday Evening Post . AMERICAN POETICAL PORTRAITS . TRUMBULL . Thy emblem of a mask- Half serious , half gay-- Denote the master mind , Who fearless led the way . DWIGHT . A wide extended sea , Of aspect drear and lone , Within whose ...
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... Saturday Evening Post . BLACK - HAWK'S ADDRESS TO HIS WAR- RIORS . Where forest boughs a shelter made , Gathered a ... night , has scatter'd light , They rise from the dreamless bed : When the robe of night , had scattered light ...
... Saturday Evening Post . BLACK - HAWK'S ADDRESS TO HIS WAR- RIORS . Where forest boughs a shelter made , Gathered a ... night , has scatter'd light , They rise from the dreamless bed : When the robe of night , had scattered light ...
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... Saturday Evening Post . THE HEBREW MOTHER . Addressed to my esteemed friend , Mrs. D. Paine , Athens , Pa . Again she pressed her trembling lips upon The cheek of her pale babe , and strove to hush Its feeble wailings with her mournful ...
... Saturday Evening Post . THE HEBREW MOTHER . Addressed to my esteemed friend , Mrs. D. Paine , Athens , Pa . Again she pressed her trembling lips upon The cheek of her pale babe , and strove to hush Its feeble wailings with her mournful ...
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Страница 26 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Страница 26 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Страница 12 - While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying to him, Thy daughter is dead; trouble not the Master. 50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.
Страница 437 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Страница 12 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept, and bewailed her : but he said, " Weep not ; she is not dead, but sleepeth.
Страница 72 - An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Boldly, by battery, besieged Belgrade ; Cossack commanders cannonading come — Dealing destruction's devastating doom ; Every endeavor, engineers essay, For fame, for fortune — fighting furious fray : — Generals 'gainst generals grapple — gracious God ! How honors Heaven, heroic hardihood...
Страница 437 - And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o
Страница 44 - ... have only one set of ideas, and one set of words to clothe them in; and these are always ready at the mouth : so people come faster out of a church when it is almost empty, than when a crowd is at the door.
Страница 407 - Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Страница 407 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile : The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale. The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain , A new creation rescued from his reign.