Contributions to Literature: Descriptive, Critical, Humorous, Biographical, Philosophical, and Poetical

Crosby, Nichols,, 1856 - 564 Seiten

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Seite 215 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Seite 138 - And past those settlers' haunts the eye might roam, Where earth's unliving silence all would seem ; Save where on rocks the beaver built his dome, Or buffalo remote low'd far from human home. But silent not that adverse eastern path, Which saw Aurora's hills th...
Seite 300 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Seite 298 - And there is a blending of white and blue, Where the purple blood is melting through The snow of her pale and tender cheek ; And there are tones, that sweetly speak Of a spirit, who longs for a purer day, And is ready to wing her flight away.
Seite 294 - On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream, The dipping paddle echoes far, And flashes in the moonlight gleam, And bright reflects the polar star.
Seite 294 - As blows the north-wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O, I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake,...
Seite 88 - Far in the deep where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. 3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains, Tormenting racks and fiery coals, And darts t...
Seite 387 - There is an original tendency or susceptibility of the mind, by which, on perceiving together different objects, we are instantly, without the intervention of any other mental process, sensible of their relation in certain respects...
Seite 139 - All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Seite 270 - ... cannot take up any one of these trades, without immediately finding that it connects itself with numerous others. Take, for instance, the mason, who builds the furnace. He does not make his own bricks, nor burn his own lime ; in common cases, the bricks come from one place, the lime from another, the sand from another. The brickmaker does not cut down his own wood. It is carted or brought in boats to his brickyard.

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