The Legendary, Consisting of Original Pieces, Principally Illustrative of American History, Scenery, and Manners, Том 2Nathaniel Parker Willis S. G. Goodrich, 1828 |
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... replied the indignant boy ; ' I can never love another mamma , and I will not pre- tend to do so . ' In the midst of this contest between the generous , though perverted sensibility of the child , and the wily suggestions of Willet ...
... replied the indignant boy ; ' I can never love another mamma , and I will not pre- tend to do so . ' In the midst of this contest between the generous , though perverted sensibility of the child , and the wily suggestions of Willet ...
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... replied to her advances by a polite , but distant bow , he could not but acknowledge to himself that his father's new wife was more pleasing than he had expected to find her . Mrs Lloyd , who , had she possessed the vanity 6 THE LEGENDARY .
... replied to her advances by a polite , but distant bow , he could not but acknowledge to himself that his father's new wife was more pleasing than he had expected to find her . Mrs Lloyd , who , had she possessed the vanity 6 THE LEGENDARY .
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... replied the instructer , ' is not only at the head of his class , but so much so of the whole school , that there is not one to enter into competition with him . ' ' A distinction so invidious would give me more pain than pleasure ...
... replied the instructer , ' is not only at the head of his class , but so much so of the whole school , that there is not one to enter into competition with him . ' ' A distinction so invidious would give me more pain than pleasure ...
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... replied he , while he breathes . ' Yielding to a determination she feared to oppose , she contented herself by remaining ; and put- ting her arm tenderly around him , she awaited the death of the poor animal , of which she was first ...
... replied he , while he breathes . ' Yielding to a determination she feared to oppose , she contented herself by remaining ; and put- ting her arm tenderly around him , she awaited the death of the poor animal , of which she was first ...
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... replied , though not without a quivering lip , ' Frances ! ' It was the name of his mother ; and by this expression , so simple , yet so significant , he conveyed everything of tenderness for her memory , confidence in Mrs Lloyd , and ...
... replied , though not without a quivering lip , ' Frances ! ' It was the name of his mother ; and by this expression , so simple , yet so significant , he conveyed everything of tenderness for her memory , confidence in Mrs Lloyd , and ...
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Ann Jones appeared Bahamas beautiful blue bosom breath breeze Breuil bright brow captain Caribbean sea cheek child clouds countenance countinghouse Cuba dark daughter dear death deck deep delight Deverin dream Elise Elizabeth Ellen entered excited exclaimed expression face father fear feelings felt Frances gazed gentle girl grave hand happy heard heart heaven honor hope hour Jack Cable Jamaica lady leave length Leslie light little Frances Lloyd look Lucius lyre Mary Douglas mind mingled morning mother N. P. WILLIS nature never night o'er once passed pleasure poor porringer preacher quiet company replied rose scene seemed seen shore silent sleep smile Soleure soon soul spirit St Domingo stood strange sunk tears tender thee thine thou thought tion tone Turks Island turned voice Warren waters Whitby Willet wish woman wonder young
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Стр. 106 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife...
Стр. 105 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty 'Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 106 - Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Стр. 4 - He battles heart and arm, his own blue sky Above him, and his own green land around, Land of his father's grave, His blessing and his prayers, Land where he learned to lisp a mother's name, The first beloved in life, the last forgot, Land of his frolic youth, Land of his bridal eve, Land of his children — vain your columned strength, Invaders ! vain your battles' steel and fire ! Choose ye the morrow's doom — A prison or a grave.
Стр. 105 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 182 - Sings cheerfully to itself; rhy musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes...
Стр. 182 - ... cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes listening to the faster fall Of the large drops, or rising with the stir Of an unbidden thought, have walk'd awhile, With the slow steps of indolence, my room, And then sat down composedly again To my quaint book of olden poetry. It is a kind of idleness, I know ; And I am said to be an idle man — And it...
Стр. 3 - ... hearts And hopes as dead and cold, A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field, in silence and deep gloom, And at their conqueror's feet Laid their war-weapons down. Sullen and stern, disarmed but not dishonored ; Brave men, but brave in vain, they yielded there : The soldier's trial-task Is not alone