Half-hours with the Best American Authors, Volume 4J.B. Lippincott, 1886 |
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... face would cover one of our smaller Eastern counties , though its exquisite propor- tions make it seem a thing to hold in the hollow of the hand . A small pine - covered glacis of detritus lies at its foot , but every yard above that is ...
... face would cover one of our smaller Eastern counties , though its exquisite propor- tions make it seem a thing to hold in the hollow of the hand . A small pine - covered glacis of detritus lies at its foot , but every yard above that is ...
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like a nightmare of endless roof - walking was the descent down the face of the precipice . A painful and most cir- cuitous dug - way , where our animals had constantly to stop , lest their impetus should tumble them headlong , all the ...
like a nightmare of endless roof - walking was the descent down the face of the precipice . A painful and most cir- cuitous dug - way , where our animals had constantly to stop , lest their impetus should tumble them headlong , all the ...
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... face is as smoothly perpendicular as the wall overleapt by Pi - wi - ack ; but invisibly beneath its snowy flood a ledge slants sideways from the cliff about a hundred feet below the crown of the fall , and at an angle of about thirty ...
... face is as smoothly perpendicular as the wall overleapt by Pi - wi - ack ; but invisibly beneath its snowy flood a ledge slants sideways from the cliff about a hundred feet below the crown of the fall , and at an angle of about thirty ...
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... faces with the melted treasure of Nature's topmost treasure - house , Yo - wi - ye answers us , ere we turn back from the Yo - Semite's last precipice toward the haunts of men : " Ye who cannot go to the Highest , lo , the Highest comes ...
... faces with the melted treasure of Nature's topmost treasure - house , Yo - wi - ye answers us , ere we turn back from the Yo - Semite's last precipice toward the haunts of men : " Ye who cannot go to the Highest , lo , the Highest comes ...
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... face into a hurricane ? Your actions should always leave a suspicion you are rich , and then you are sure she will anticipate every want and wish you may have with the liveliest affection ; she will be all ravishment at your suc- cesses ...
... face into a hurricane ? Your actions should always leave a suspicion you are rich , and then you are sure she will anticipate every want and wish you may have with the liveliest affection ; she will be all ravishment at your suc- cesses ...
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Page 415 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The old oaken...
Page 414 - Old Oaken Bucket" of Samuel Woodworth. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled...
Page 462 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : "Strike — till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires ; God — and your native land...
Page 123 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 464 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Page 123 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 366 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 124 - He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal...
Page 322 - It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand; It was euchre — the same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Page 369 - Amid the mysteries which become the more mysterious the more they are thought about, there will remain the ONE absolute certainty, that he is ever in the presence of an Infinite and Eternal Energy from which all things proceed.