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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... Hold up . men . This discourse hath brought us in front of the fishing - hut of Raynor Rock , near the lighthouse on the beach . Rest thee , now , most weary reader , -for we have had a long sail , with a head wind and a we : sheet ...
... Hold up . men . This discourse hath brought us in front of the fishing - hut of Raynor Rock , near the lighthouse on the beach . Rest thee , now , most weary reader , -for we have had a long sail , with a head wind and a we : sheet ...
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... Hold , hold , rash hand ! Be comforted , sorrowful heart ! It is nothing , most discerning reader , —it is nothing . Let us hurry on with our legitimate raptures . Then , again , old Neptune's sea - steeds never snuffed the land ...
... Hold , hold , rash hand ! Be comforted , sorrowful heart ! It is nothing , most discerning reader , —it is nothing . Let us hurry on with our legitimate raptures . Then , again , old Neptune's sea - steeds never snuffed the land ...
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... hold of his nose with my left hand , and with my right , I scooped out his remaining organ of vision . He opened his big mouth , and champed his long teeth at me , in despair . But it was all over with him . I raised my right foot and ...
... hold of his nose with my left hand , and with my right , I scooped out his remaining organ of vision . He opened his big mouth , and champed his long teeth at me , in despair . But it was all over with him . I raised my right foot and ...
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... hold onto a small skiff , that was layen near the forc'stal , and run her out , and launched her . Then he tuk a drink , and — here's luck — and put in a stiff load of powder , a couple of balls , and jumped in , and pulled away for the ...
... hold onto a small skiff , that was layen near the forc'stal , and run her out , and launched her . Then he tuk a drink , and — here's luck — and put in a stiff load of powder , a couple of balls , and jumped in , and pulled away for the ...
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... hold , and shakes it hard , jist as ye'd shake a young pear - tree . Drop off , drop off , ' says he , shaken ' er all his might . 6 " Then th ' old man made up his mind he'd got to come ; so he watches ' is chance , and gives a spring ...
... hold , and shakes it hard , jist as ye'd shake a young pear - tree . Drop off , drop off , ' says he , shaken ' er all his might . 6 " Then th ' old man made up his mind he'd got to come ; so he watches ' is chance , and gives a spring ...
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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...
Page 229 - And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Page 185 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 168 - His inward woe. Now like a wearied stag, That stands at bay, the hern provokes their rage ; Close by his languid wing, in downy plumes Covers his fatal beak, and cautious hides The well-dissembled fraud. The falcon darts Like lightning from above, and in her breast Receives the latent death : down plump she falls Bounding from earth, and with her trickling gore Defiles her gaudy plumage.
Page 188 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Page 209 - For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars, that glow In the motionless fields of upper air...
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...
Page 165 - The saide Robert entertained an hundred tall men and good archers with such spoiles and thefts as he got, upon whom four hundred ( were they ever so strong) durst not give the onset. He suffered no woman to be oppressed, violated or otherwise molested : poore men's goods he spared, abundantlie relieving them with that which by theft he got from abbeys and the houses of rich carles : whom Maior (the historian) blameth for his rapine and theft, but of all theeves he affirmeth him to be the prince and...
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.
Page 43 - I became persuaded that my tide-waiters were reasonable beings, who might be talked into mercy and humanity, if a body could only hit upon the right text. So, I bowed, and gesticulated, and threw out my hands, and talked to them, as friends, and brothers, members of my family, cousins, uncles, aunts, people waiting to have their bills paid ; — I scolded them as my servants ; I abused them as duns ; I implored them as jurymen sitting on the question of my life ; I congratulated, and flattered them...