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 |
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... residence - attending Church in Yazoo City .. 183 The Negro's horse . 185 Our noctes Ambrosianæ at Willow Dale 186 A Cypress Swamp ...... Chameleons , Snakes , Reptiles and Midges . The Culminating day of a Southern Winter ...
... residence - attending Church in Yazoo City .. 183 The Negro's horse . 185 Our noctes Ambrosianæ at Willow Dale 186 A Cypress Swamp ...... Chameleons , Snakes , Reptiles and Midges . The Culminating day of a Southern Winter ...
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... residences . Its shrubbery was in its autumn hues . The dwellings seemed to vie with each other in beauty of structure , style and ornamental finish- ings . Morning came in , in all its glory , as we rode along this avenue . Seeing this ...
... residences . Its shrubbery was in its autumn hues . The dwellings seemed to vie with each other in beauty of structure , style and ornamental finish- ings . Morning came in , in all its glory , as we rode along this avenue . Seeing this ...
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... residences . And hid in a covert of them were those " bird nests " -bowers and summer - houses , clambered over ... resident of Michigan , I went with him to a private boarding - house . On paying my bill the next morning , I found , as ...
... residences . And hid in a covert of them were those " bird nests " -bowers and summer - houses , clambered over ... resident of Michigan , I went with him to a private boarding - house . On paying my bill the next morning , I found , as ...
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... residences , set in green trees and shrubs , which , with the neat , white- washed , negro cabins , ranged in rows near them , look like trim villas scattered along the vale . Much of the valley is yet open forest - land . The upland is ...
... residences , set in green trees and shrubs , which , with the neat , white- washed , negro cabins , ranged in rows near them , look like trim villas scattered along the vale . Much of the valley is yet open forest - land . The upland is ...
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... residence . It looked so forsaken and tenant- less , and as I hallooed , " Methought an answer met my ear , - Yet was the sound so low and drear , So hollow and so faintly blown , It might be echo of my own . " I heard nothing but my ...
... residence . It looked so forsaken and tenant- less , and as I hallooed , " Methought an answer met my ear , - Yet was the sound so low and drear , So hollow and so faintly blown , It might be echo of my own . " I heard nothing but my ...
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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.