The Token and Atlantic Souvenir: A Christmas and New Year's PresentSamuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard Gray and Bowen, 1831 |
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... shores of his rich and glorious domain . The politic , bustling , busy European passed over the theatre of my vision , and it was a theatre of merchan- dize . And then , again , the wilds of the New World were opened to me , and I saw ...
... shores of his rich and glorious domain . The politic , bustling , busy European passed over the theatre of my vision , and it was a theatre of merchan- dize . And then , again , the wilds of the New World were opened to me , and I saw ...
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... shore the moral and the mystery of human life . But it does something more . It is so vast , so uniform , so full , so all enveloping , that it leads the thoughts to a sublimer theme than life or time , to the theme of dread eternity ...
... shore the moral and the mystery of human life . But it does something more . It is so vast , so uniform , so full , so all enveloping , that it leads the thoughts to a sublimer theme than life or time , to the theme of dread eternity ...
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... shore , and we hear the surges beat , uttering such grand , inimitable symphonies as are fit for the audi- ence of cliffs and skies ; and our minds fly back through years and years , to that time , when , though we were not and our ...
... shore , and we hear the surges beat , uttering such grand , inimitable symphonies as are fit for the audi- ence of cliffs and skies ; and our minds fly back through years and years , to that time , when , though we were not and our ...
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... shores , and gone down to it in ships ? They are passed away . Not a single trace has been left by all their armaments . Where are the old kingdoms which were once washed by its waves ? They have been changed , and changed again , till ...
... shores , and gone down to it in ships ? They are passed away . Not a single trace has been left by all their armaments . Where are the old kingdoms which were once washed by its waves ? They have been changed , and changed again , till ...
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... shore , that the great Spirit himself moves , as in the begin- ning , on the face of the waters , and speaks to him holy words , which , though he hears and imbibes , he cannot fully understand ; which he knows not now , but will know ...
... shore , that the great Spirit himself moves , as in the begin- ning , on the face of the waters , and speaks to him holy words , which , though he hears and imbibes , he cannot fully understand ; which he knows not now , but will know ...
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Стр. 30 - I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
Стр. 15 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Стр. 41 - ... inhabitants! The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry, hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself. But none of these things are possible ; and if I would know the interior of brick walls, or the mystery of human bosoms, I can but guess.
Стр. 186 - Albeit thou dost not see my face the while. Yes — thou canst hear — and He, Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, To the attentive ear, like harps, hath strung Heaven, and earth, and sea! And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow ! THE ADVENTURER.
Стр. 49 - Arethusa sink. I love not my station here aloft, in the midst of the tumult which I am powerless to direct or quell, with the -blue lightning wrinkling on my brow, and the thunder muttering its first awful syllables in my ear. I will descend. Yet let me give another glance to the...
Стр. 50 - Father of lakes ! thy waters bend Beyond the eagle's utmost view, When, throned in heaven, he sees thee send Back to the sky its world of blue. Boundless and deep, the forests weave Their twilight shade thy borders o'er, And threatening cliffs, like giants, heave Their rugged forms along thy shore.
Стр. 51 - The spell of stillness, reigning there. Yet round this waste of wood and wave, Unheard, unseen, a spirit lives, That, breathing o'er each rock and cave, To all a wild, strange aspect gives. The thunder-riven oak, that flings Its grisly arms athwart the sky, A sudden, startling image brings To the lone traveller's kindled eye.
Стр. 31 - ... oft: Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor moment can suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life...
Стр. 39 - O that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed, nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye, and appears only a deepened shade of nothingness ! And yet I shiver at that cold and solitary thought.
Стр. 46 - Tbe full of hope, the happy, the miserable, and the desperate dwell together within the circle of my glance. In some of the houses over which my eyes roam so coldly, guilt is entering...