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Peter Stephen Du Ponceau. THE INDIAN BOY , BY S. J. SMITH . From the blood -
stain'd track of ruthless war , An Indian Boy had fled ; Remote from his home , in
the wild woods far , A moss bank pillow'd his head . His glossy hair was damp ...
Peter Stephen Du Ponceau. THE INDIAN BOY , BY S. J. SMITH . From the blood -
stain'd track of ruthless war , An Indian Boy had fled ; Remote from his home , in
the wild woods far , A moss bank pillow'd his head . His glossy hair was damp ...
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... of every individual in the village , it was not long before I received a full account
of the young officer , who , to use the narrator's own words , “ had gained the
good will of all the gray heads and green hearts on that side of the Blue Mountain
.
... of every individual in the village , it was not long before I received a full account
of the young officer , who , to use the narrator's own words , “ had gained the
good will of all the gray heads and green hearts on that side of the Blue Mountain
.
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So , near a forest tall , some worthless flower Enjoys the triumph of its gaudy hour
, Scatters its little poison thro ' the skies , Then droops its empty , hated head , and
dies . Still , as from famed Ilyssus ' classic shore , To Mincius ' banks , the ...
So , near a forest tall , some worthless flower Enjoys the triumph of its gaudy hour
, Scatters its little poison thro ' the skies , Then droops its empty , hated head , and
dies . Still , as from famed Ilyssus ' classic shore , To Mincius ' banks , the ...
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I put my hand to my head ; it was bleeding and mangled . My limbs were stiff and
sore , and in many places severely lacerated . I rose , and found myself in a
hollow or cavern of the ice , the bottom of which was filled with fissures ,
underneath ...
I put my hand to my head ; it was bleeding and mangled . My limbs were stiff and
sore , and in many places severely lacerated . I rose , and found myself in a
hollow or cavern of the ice , the bottom of which was filled with fissures ,
underneath ...
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The aged forest bows his hoary head , In reverence , and waves his trembling
arms On high , to hail thy coming to his shades . The mountains loftier lift their
lofty heads , And stand like giants guarding the sweet vales Of humble peace ,
from ...
The aged forest bows his hoary head , In reverence , and waves his trembling
arms On high , to hail thy coming to his shades . The mountains loftier lift their
lofty heads , And stand like giants guarding the sweet vales Of humble peace ,
from ...
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Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Philadelphia Book, Or, Specimens of Metropolitan Literature |
| Autor | Peter Stephen Du Ponceau |
| Editor | Key & Biddle, 1836 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb. 2006 |
| Largo | 380 páginas |
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