The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volume 1Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... felt afterwards . In the mean while Jonathan had set sail , and was ploughing his way towards Canton , with a fair wind and a good prospect of making a great specu- lation , for he had ascertained to a certainty that the article he had ...
... felt afterwards . In the mean while Jonathan had set sail , and was ploughing his way towards Canton , with a fair wind and a good prospect of making a great specu- lation , for he had ascertained to a certainty that the article he had ...
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... felt himself a different man from what he was when the boys pelted him at the village of Ho - tun . He had moreover seen the bamboo so liberally employed on the backs of the Chinese by their own officers and magistrates , that he ...
... felt himself a different man from what he was when the boys pelted him at the village of Ho - tun . He had moreover seen the bamboo so liberally employed on the backs of the Chinese by their own officers and magistrates , that he ...
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... felt the power of woman's faith , In the word of him she loved . All night to rope and spar They clung with strength untired , Till the dark clouds fled before the sun , And the fierce storm expired . At noon the song of bridal bells O ...
... felt the power of woman's faith , In the word of him she loved . All night to rope and spar They clung with strength untired , Till the dark clouds fled before the sun , And the fierce storm expired . At noon the song of bridal bells O ...
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... felt that yearning of the heart which every man who has a soul feels - let him go where he will , or reason how he will - on once more beholding the spot where the only pure , unsullied part of his ex- istence passed away . — Suddenly ...
... felt that yearning of the heart which every man who has a soul feels - let him go where he will , or reason how he will - on once more beholding the spot where the only pure , unsullied part of his ex- istence passed away . — Suddenly ...
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... felt sick at thought of the perils comprised in that one word . There was no- thing above him or around him but the empty air -and beneath him , nothing but a point , a mere point - a small , unstable wheel , that seemed no big- ger ...
... felt sick at thought of the perils comprised in that one word . There was no- thing above him or around him but the empty air -and beneath him , nothing but a point , a mere point - a small , unstable wheel , that seemed no big- ger ...
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admiration Albert beautiful beneath bosom Boss Boomptie breath brow cheek Collingwood colonel comte creature daughter deacon Pettibone dear deck delight doctor door Dutch Dutch courage duyvel eyes face FANNY KEMBLE Fat-qua fear feeling fellow felt FITZ-GREENE HALLECK Fitzgerald gaze ginseng girl hand happy Harcourt hath head heard heart heaven hope hour husband Inesilla invisible hand Isidore Jaac jaconet Jonathan knew kritter lady laugh lips looked Lopez Lord Louisa Mary Ann melan ment mind morning never Newfoundland dog night o'er old gentleman old Salem once passed pericranium poor replied Rosalie round rushed sail Saint Nicholas scarcely screamed seemed Sierra Morena sighed sleep sloop smile soon spirit squire steamboat stept stood sweet tell thing thou thought tion told took uncle Zim voice wife wish woman young
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Página 51 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 50 - And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup.
Página 49 - OUR band is few but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree ; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea.
Página 139 - When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou.
Página 143 - The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added something new, ; And all who heard it made enlargements too , In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew.
Página 151 - A Poet's daughter? Could I claim The consanguinity of fame, Veins of my intellectual frame ! Your blood would glow Proudly to sing that gentlest name Of aught below. A Poet's daughter— dearer word Lip hath not spoke nor listener heard, Fit theme for song of bee and bird From morn till even, And wind-harp by the breathing stirred Of star-lit heaven.
Página 115 - ... sighed to think that the traitor love Should conquer a heart so light : But she thought not of future days of woe, While she carolled in tones so gay — " The gathered rose and the stolen heart Can charm but for a day.
Página 49 - Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near ! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear : When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind...
Página 66 - And glowing purple canopies, How call ye this the season's fall, That seems the pageant of the year? Richer and brighter far than all The pomp that spring and summer wear, Red falls the westering light of day On rock and stream and winding shore ; Soft woody banks and granite...
Página 5 - BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night?