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... Congress , in the year 1842 , by HARRISON GRAY , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts . CAMBRIDGE : T. G. WELLS , PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY . DEDICATION . To LOUIS L. NOBLE . My Dear Friend.
... Congress , in the year 1842 , by HARRISON GRAY , in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts . CAMBRIDGE : T. G. WELLS , PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY . DEDICATION . To LOUIS L. NOBLE . My Dear Friend.
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Charles Lanman. DEDICATION . To LOUIS L. NOBLE . My Dear Friend : The Essays con- tained in this little volume , are a portion of the fruit of my leisure hours during the last summer . The topics have gen- erally originated in passing ...
Charles Lanman. DEDICATION . To LOUIS L. NOBLE . My Dear Friend : The Essays con- tained in this little volume , are a portion of the fruit of my leisure hours during the last summer . The topics have gen- erally originated in passing ...
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... Dear bird , you for your coquettish impudence ! Ah ! here comes a robin ! It has lit upon that stump . Why does it flutter so ? Alas , it is suffering with a wound . Some cruel sportsman has shot it ; perhaps while it was singing a ...
... Dear bird , you for your coquettish impudence ! Ah ! here comes a robin ! It has lit upon that stump . Why does it flutter so ? Alas , it is suffering with a wound . Some cruel sportsman has shot it ; perhaps while it was singing a ...
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... dear friend . Even beside his grave I was not sorrowful , for I knew that he had died a Christian ; and I remembered the many hap- py hours we had passed together when we were young , and strangers to the world . It does not make me sad ...
... dear friend . Even beside his grave I was not sorrowful , for I knew that he had died a Christian ; and I remembered the many hap- py hours we had passed together when we were young , and strangers to the world . It does not make me sad ...
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... are filled with the nicest kind of ammunition ; and in my hand is my dear little gun , ( bought expressly for myself , ) polished bright as a sunbeam . I have kissed " winding the baby , and am now on my 44 RECOLLECTIONS OF MICHIGAN .
... are filled with the nicest kind of ammunition ; and in my hand is my dear little gun , ( bought expressly for myself , ) polished bright as a sunbeam . I have kissed " winding the baby , and am now on my 44 RECOLLECTIONS OF MICHIGAN .
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Page 152 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 121 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Page 20 - ... bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! \ Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled is laid, Low i
Page 20 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth...
Page 20 - Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Page 200 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Page 32 - I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Page 204 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell...
Page 166 - Hath ceased ; all, all around is quietness. Less fearful on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks on man, Her deadliest foe. The toil-worn horse, set free, Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large ; And, as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls, His iron-armed hoofs gleam in the morning ray.
Page 170 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint -like, Looking downward from the skies.