The Token and Atlantic Souvenir: A Christmas and New Year's Present

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Samuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard
Gray and Bowen, 1831

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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...

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