Jottings of a Year's Sojourn in the South: Or, First Impressions of the Country and Its People; with a Glimpse at School-teaching in that Southern Land, and Reminiscences of Distinguished MenReview and Herald Print, 1859 - Всего страниц: 310 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 57
Стр. 13
... half an hour , myself , effects and fortunes , were em- barked upon the Illinois Central train for St. Louis . Now for a ride over the heaven - wide prairies of Illinois . In an hour or two , like a vessel on the bosom of calm old Ocean ...
... half an hour , myself , effects and fortunes , were em- barked upon the Illinois Central train for St. Louis . Now for a ride over the heaven - wide prairies of Illinois . In an hour or two , like a vessel on the bosom of calm old Ocean ...
Стр. 20
... half hid by trailing shrubs and clambering vines , rich with many - col- ored leaves . " It was rugged , steep and wild , Where naked cliffs were rudely piled ; And ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green ; And the ...
... half hid by trailing shrubs and clambering vines , rich with many - col- ored leaves . " It was rugged , steep and wild , Where naked cliffs were rudely piled ; And ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green ; And the ...
Стр. 27
... half - circle , the current is precipitat- ed across its own channel , and describes another curve of the same regularity on the opposite shore . Thus the great “ Father - of waters " goes on in a grand waltz to the ocean . The curves ...
... half - circle , the current is precipitat- ed across its own channel , and describes another curve of the same regularity on the opposite shore . Thus the great “ Father - of waters " goes on in a grand waltz to the ocean . The curves ...
Стр. 35
... half arch it . " Over our heads the soft , tenebrous boughs of the willow Met in dusky arch , and trailing mosses in mid air waved , Like banners that hung on the walls of ancient cathedrals . ” The scenery seemed to me Arcadian , as we ...
... half arch it . " Over our heads the soft , tenebrous boughs of the willow Met in dusky arch , and trailing mosses in mid air waved , Like banners that hung on the walls of ancient cathedrals . ” The scenery seemed to me Arcadian , as we ...
Стр. 37
... half of a place . The houses are all poor and shabby , and have no shade to hide their tatters . The old negro told me , last night , that he had lived here thirty years . He , no doubt , has seen the rise , progress and dilapidation of ...
... half of a place . The houses are all poor and shabby , and have no shade to hide their tatters . The old negro told me , last night , that he had lived here thirty years . He , no doubt , has seen the rise , progress and dilapidation of ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Jottings of a Year's Sojourn in the South: Or, First Impressions of the ... A Puy De Van Buren Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Aaron Burr asked banks Battle Creek beautiful bluffs boat Burr cabins called carriage charm chat chivalry clime Colonel McClung cotton COWLES MEAD enjoy eyes feet flowers forest gate gentleman give green ground halloo head heard homo genus horse HUGH MILLER land leaves looked Major W.'s Michigan Mike Mike Fink miles Miss Mississippi morning Nashville Military Academy negro never night North Northern Orleans overseer passed plantation plantation-house planter planter's wife pleasant porch Prentiss residence rich Ridge House riding river road rode saddle Satartia says scene school-house seated servant shade side sight sitting soon South Southern ladies Southron steamer stream teacher tell thing thought tion told town trees true valley Vicksburgh walk Willow Dale winter woods word Yankee Yazoo Yazoo City Yazoo river young lady
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 294 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 173 - As bees In spring time, when the sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters : they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubb'd with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs : so thick the aery crowd Swarm'd and were straiten'd; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Стр. 269 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Стр. 275 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed, and wanted most ; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, — They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Стр. 132 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Стр. 55 - His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Стр. 16 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Стр. 55 - It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters, so that, though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out; an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.
Стр. 179 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
Стр. 16 - By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.