American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volumen17Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1841 |
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... town of Bradford , on the Merrimack . Its origin must be left entirely to conjecture . The fact that the ancient Northmen visited New - England , some centuries before the discoveries of Colum- bus , is now very generally admitted ...
... town of Bradford , on the Merrimack . Its origin must be left entirely to conjecture . The fact that the ancient Northmen visited New - England , some centuries before the discoveries of Colum- bus , is now very generally admitted ...
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... town - life for the enduring gratification of these bucolical propensities . There may possibly be found one ... town and country ; but all this cannot last long . The house is finished in the course of one year ; the farm stocked in two ...
... town - life for the enduring gratification of these bucolical propensities . There may possibly be found one ... town and country ; but all this cannot last long . The house is finished in the course of one year ; the farm stocked in two ...
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... town to vary the scene and read the papers of the morning ; visiting perhaps before the return of the boat , the markets at either end of Fulton - street . ' So , so , ' said I , ' these markets of ours have still some charm left for ...
... town to vary the scene and read the papers of the morning ; visiting perhaps before the return of the boat , the markets at either end of Fulton - street . ' So , so , ' said I , ' these markets of ours have still some charm left for ...
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... town , is a mortal disease when it attacks man in the shades of Retirement . The great Falk- land used to say , that he pitied unlearned gentlemen in the country on a rainy day ; ' but there is a listlessness , and an inaptitude for ...
... town , is a mortal disease when it attacks man in the shades of Retirement . The great Falk- land used to say , that he pitied unlearned gentlemen in the country on a rainy day ; ' but there is a listlessness , and an inaptitude for ...
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... town and field in hostile swarms ; She asks not why the ' border ' warriors stand , Death in their looks- but critics understand . One deed alone , of these immortal ranks , She snatches from the verge of Lethe's banks , Crams it ...
... town and field in hostile swarms ; She asks not why the ' border ' warriors stand , Death in their looks- but critics understand . One deed alone , of these immortal ranks , She snatches from the verge of Lethe's banks , Crams it ...
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Página 370 - WHO can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
Página 368 - And while he yet spake, lo, Judas, one of the twelve, came, and with him a great multitude with swords and staves, from the chief priests and elders of the people. Now he that betrayed him gave them a sign, saying, Whomsoever I shall kiss, that same is he: hold him fast. And forthwith he came to Jesus, and said. Hail, master; and kissed him.
Página 172 - Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion.
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Página 145 - home,' 'or, with yourself; and though there are very few that do this, yet it is surprising that the greatest part of mankind cannot be prevailed upon, at least to visit themselves sometimes ; but, according to the saying of the wise Solomon, The eyes of the fool are in the ends of the earth.
Página 172 - Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
Página 54 - Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward.
Página 54 - As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt With his prey laden, So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden.
Página 53 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?