The Worcester Talisman, Band 1Dorr & Howland, 1828 |
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... face of her dying child distorted by convul- sions , and to meet from her husband , anger , re- proach , and contempt . She was terrified to witness the death of the innocent being , she had forsaken in a moment so critical ; and bitter ...
... face of her dying child distorted by convul- sions , and to meet from her husband , anger , re- proach , and contempt . She was terrified to witness the death of the innocent being , she had forsaken in a moment so critical ; and bitter ...
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... face , a deadly sick- cumstances , in the best possible manner , to beguile her melancholy . The youthful heart , like the tender vine , must cling to some object for support . Jane already felt less alone in the world , ' and when she ...
... face , a deadly sick- cumstances , in the best possible manner , to beguile her melancholy . The youthful heart , like the tender vine , must cling to some object for support . Jane already felt less alone in the world , ' and when she ...
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... face was large and irregular , and || set with a nose like a crude amethyst . There was but one feature of Job's outer man that indicated the vein he afterwards exhibited ; his eyes were of a light blue , very deeply seat- ed , and in ...
... face was large and irregular , and || set with a nose like a crude amethyst . There was but one feature of Job's outer man that indicated the vein he afterwards exhibited ; his eyes were of a light blue , very deeply seat- ed , and in ...
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... faces were all lighted up , and the green path had an unusual elasticity . Miss Sophy tripped forward occasionally for a flower , and then Job made a huge stride or two by way of sympathy but the rest kept quietly on , content with the ...
... faces were all lighted up , and the green path had an unusual elasticity . Miss Sophy tripped forward occasionally for a flower , and then Job made a huge stride or two by way of sympathy but the rest kept quietly on , content with the ...
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... speering at the strange baste upon yon- der tree - for sure enough the silly crathur has knocked bis face against it , till his head is a gore of bluid . POETRY . FROM THE PROVIDENCE PATRIOT . A Danish Journal THE TALISMAN . 15.
... speering at the strange baste upon yon- der tree - for sure enough the silly crathur has knocked bis face against it , till his head is a gore of bluid . POETRY . FROM THE PROVIDENCE PATRIOT . A Danish Journal THE TALISMAN . 15.
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Seite 21 - I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper. Another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver ; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector's dish, — gold and all.
Seite 60 - That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That true self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is — ourselves to know.
Seite 22 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 21 - I happened soon after to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me. I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften and concluded to give the copper.
Seite 132 - The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Seite 132 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Seite 92 - The stars that gild the gloomy night; The seas that roll unnumber'd waves; The wood that spreads its shady leaves; The field whose ears conceal the grain, The yellow treasure of the plain; All of these, and all I see, Should be sung, and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can, But want and ask the tongue of man.
Seite 171 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Seite 132 - ... wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Seite 156 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !