The Rover, Volumen2Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree Labree, Dean & Company, 1844 |
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... asked him again what was the matter . " I want a piece of bread ! " said Bobby . The tears rolled afresh down the cheeks of Mrs. Guttridge ; she sighed heavily as she raised the child from the floor , and seated him on a bench on the ...
... asked him again what was the matter . " I want a piece of bread ! " said Bobby . The tears rolled afresh down the cheeks of Mrs. Guttridge ; she sighed heavily as she raised the child from the floor , and seated him on a bench on the ...
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... asked for more . " While Bobby had been eating , Mr. Frier had been relating to his family the events which had occurred at Guttridge's house , and the starving condition of the inmates ; and it was at once agreed , that something ...
... asked for more . " While Bobby had been eating , Mr. Frier had been relating to his family the events which had occurred at Guttridge's house , and the starving condition of the inmates ; and it was at once agreed , that something ...
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... asked the foreman , as the complainant entered the room . " I come to complain of Jerry Guttridge to the grand jury , " replied Mr. Fier , taking off his hat , and shaking the rain from off it . " Well , are you willing to go on in this ...
... asked the foreman , as the complainant entered the room . " I come to complain of Jerry Guttridge to the grand jury , " replied Mr. Fier , taking off his hat , and shaking the rain from off it . " Well , are you willing to go on in this ...
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... as fast as he could go . " Mrs. Guttridge met him at the door , with a kind and piteous look , and asked him if they had hurt him . He made no reply , but pushed along into the house . There 6 A CENTURY SINCE . he found the table set.
... as fast as he could go . " Mrs. Guttridge met him at the door , with a kind and piteous look , and asked him if they had hurt him . He made no reply , but pushed along into the house . There 6 A CENTURY SINCE . he found the table set.
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... asking for farler , poor farler , the reprint of back numbers is so expensive the puba hundred times in a day , and ... asked She stood aghast at the inquiry . her for my boy . Her only reply was a wandering of the eyes as if in search ...
... asking for farler , poor farler , the reprint of back numbers is so expensive the puba hundred times in a day , and ... asked She stood aghast at the inquiry . her for my boy . Her only reply was a wandering of the eyes as if in search ...
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Abencerrage appeared arms beautiful Black Maria boat bosom BOSTON ROVER brave old world called Captain child cried dark daugh dead dear death door earth ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH Eugene Sue exclaimed eyes face father fear feel feet fell felt fire girl give Guttridge half hand Hannah head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Indians Jack Wilson knew lady light live look marriage ment mind MOCHA DICK morning mother never night once Onesiphorus passed Penobscot bay poor replied rose round ROVER Sally scene SEBA SMITH seemed seen side smile soon spirit Stephen Girard stood stranger surprize tears tell Thamyris Thecla thee thing thou thought tion told took turned village voice walk wife wild wind woman words young Zephaniah
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Página 207 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 233 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 207 - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced...
Página 207 - And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Página 207 - He was chubby and plump — a right jolly old elf — And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Página 199 - WE watched her breathing through the night Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 118 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 118 - 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.
Página 376 - Above the lowly plants it towers, The fennel, with its yellow flowers, And in an earlier age than ours ^ Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood ; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food ; And he who battled and subdued, A wreath of fennel wore.
Página 389 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...