Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Том 2Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824 |
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... rocks , which , for miles , lift their tall heads from the western edge of the river , resembling what , in fairy land , might well be taken for the proud battlements of a races of giants . These rocks are called the palisadoes . They ...
... rocks , which , for miles , lift their tall heads from the western edge of the river , resembling what , in fairy land , might well be taken for the proud battlements of a races of giants . These rocks are called the palisadoes . They ...
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... rock , which it would require ages to crumble away . There is a height in the rear of this fort , which would have commanded it ; but that , as well as others in the neigh- bourhood , were strongly fortified . From the site of this ...
... rock , which it would require ages to crumble away . There is a height in the rear of this fort , which would have commanded it ; but that , as well as others in the neigh- bourhood , were strongly fortified . From the site of this ...
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... rock to rock , and jumping from crag to crag , through a deep and gloomy ravine , the bed of which was in most places perfectly dry . This is unusual , as a stream of water is generally tumbling down in foaming torrents during the ...
... rock to rock , and jumping from crag to crag , through a deep and gloomy ravine , the bed of which was in most places perfectly dry . This is unusual , as a stream of water is generally tumbling down in foaming torrents during the ...
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... rock to rock , from one precipice to another , where it would have been nearly impossible to have ascended . On a small plain near the base of the mountain , now entirely cover- ed with a thick and thrifty growth of timber , we found ...
... rock to rock , from one precipice to another , where it would have been nearly impossible to have ascended . On a small plain near the base of the mountain , now entirely cover- ed with a thick and thrifty growth of timber , we found ...
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... rock , 12 or 14 feet square , 2 feet thick , and elevated about 4 feet from the bottom of the cavern ; the roof over head covered with stalactites , some of which reach to the table rock . On your left hand , is an arched way , of 150 ...
... rock , 12 or 14 feet square , 2 feet thick , and elevated about 4 feet from the bottom of the cavern ; the roof over head covered with stalactites , some of which reach to the table rock . On your left hand , is an arched way , of 150 ...
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Стр. 191 - ... ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the...
Стр. 18 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Стр. 191 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Стр. 43 - Robbins was a Senator in the Congress of the United States from the State of...
Стр. 18 - tis to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yon' tall, anchoring bark, Diminished to her cock ; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more ; Lest my...
Стр. 63 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 39 - Dom. 1775, The Die was Cast!!! The Blood of these Martyrs In the cause of God and their Country was the Cement of the Union of these States, then Colonies, and gave the spring to the Spirit, Firmness and Resolution of their Fellow Citizens.
Стр. 61 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Стр. 60 - For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead; But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay ; The steel of the white man hath swept them away. This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore, I will toss, with disdain, to the storm-beaten shore; Its charms I no longer obey, or invoke ; Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke.
Стр. 161 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.