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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... 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 vermilion of her virgin - blushes is lost in the scar ...
... 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 vermilion of her virgin - blushes is lost in the scar ...
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... look out for a screamer , " laughed out Raynor Rock , refilling his pipe . " Stand by , Mr. Cypress , to let the sheet go . " " Is there any thing uncommon about that yarn , Venus ? " , " Oncommon ! well , I expect it's putty smart and ...
... look out for a screamer , " laughed out Raynor Rock , refilling his pipe . " Stand by , Mr. Cypress , to let the sheet go . " " Is there any thing uncommon about that yarn , Venus ? " , " Oncommon ! well , I expect it's putty smart and ...
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... look sorrowful , and sigh as though her heart would break , and sing her song over again . Presently she bent down to the stream , and be- gan to talk earnestly to somebody . I leaned forward to take a look at the stranger , and to whom ...
... look sorrowful , and sigh as though her heart would break , and sing her song over again . Presently she bent down to the stream , and be- gan to talk earnestly to somebody . I leaned forward to take a look at the stranger , and to whom ...
Page 66
... look out For the hermit trout ; For he springs and dimples the shallows about , While the tired angler dreams . ' " The words are not much . But O ! how exquisite was that music ; Cypress , it was like the mellow tone of a soft harp ...
... look out For the hermit trout ; For he springs and dimples the shallows about , While the tired angler dreams . ' " The words are not much . But O ! how exquisite was that music ; Cypress , it was like the mellow tone of a soft harp ...
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... Look ! look ! how beautiful ! ' tis fled . ' Compelled by an irresistible impulse , I pursued . Down the brook , and through the brake , we went , leaping , and stooping , and turning , and swimming , and splashing , and I , at least a ...
... Look ! look ! how beautiful ! ' tis fled . ' Compelled by an irresistible impulse , I pursued . Down the brook , and through the brake , we went , leaping , and stooping , and turning , and swimming , and splashing , and I , at least a ...
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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...