Memoir of Wm. P. Hawes. To the memory of Cypress. Fire Island-Ana; or a week at the Fire Islands. Controversy concerning the Genera, &c. of Quail and Partridge. Bear. Collineomania. Legends of Long IslandGould, Banks & Company, 1842 - American poetry |
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... eye , the gasping vic- tims already picked , and stalled in Fulton market . Hence , live and flourish , all the little Alibis ; and hence , the princess widow , gentle mistress of the soil , rejoices in a welcome rev- enue . Brother ...
... eye , the gasping vic- tims already picked , and stalled in Fulton market . Hence , live and flourish , all the little Alibis ; and hence , the princess widow , gentle mistress of the soil , rejoices in a welcome rev- enue . Brother ...
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... eye , that puts the very devil into you , " don't look , don't look , boys , " he'll cry , and dig his elbows into your side to enforce obedience to the precept , while he himself is staring into her face , until the morning - tint ...
... eye , that puts the very devil into you , " don't look , don't look , boys , " he'll cry , and dig his elbows into your side to enforce obedience to the precept , while he himself is staring into her face , until the morning - tint ...
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... eyes and ears are not as the eyes and ears of other men , and , truly , so is not his tongue . There is an investiture of unearthliness about every thing he sees and hears . By day , and by night , he is contemplating a constant mirage ...
... eyes and ears are not as the eyes and ears of other men , and , truly , so is not his tongue . There is an investiture of unearthliness about every thing he sees and hears . By day , and by night , he is contemplating a constant mirage ...
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... eye of faith ; or to kill a vigorous coot , cutting the keen air , at day- break , at the rate of three miles a minute , requires an eye , and a hand , and a heart , which science cannot manufacture . The doctrine of Pliny , the ...
... eye of faith ; or to kill a vigorous coot , cutting the keen air , at day- break , at the rate of three miles a minute , requires an eye , and a hand , and a heart , which science cannot manufacture . The doctrine of Pliny , the ...
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... eye can reach . Turn to the north , and the quiet bay presents to you the contrast of its transparent mirror . Stilly , and gently , it kisses the margin of its beautiful islets , that glisten with green meadows , and wave with bending ...
... eye can reach . Turn to the north , and the quiet bay presents to you the contrast of its transparent mirror . Stilly , and gently , it kisses the margin of its beautiful islets , that glisten with green meadows , and wave with bending ...
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Page 69 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
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Page 40 - I could get no reply, nor notice of my request. I entreated them, for the love of heaven, to take me off; and I promised, I know not what rewards, that were entirely beyond my power of bestowal. But the brutal wretch of a captain, muttering something to the effect of ' that he hadn't time to stop...
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Page 49 - I'd liked to've skipped that ere. Why, sir, I've heerd different accounts as to that. Uncle Obe Verity told me he reckoned .the captin cut off one of the bear's paws, when he lay stretched out asleep, one day, with his jack-knife, and sucked that for fodder, and they say there's a smart deal o' nourishment in a white bear's foot.
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