Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Tom 2Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824 |
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... light to dwell upon , and conjure up a spirit in every breeze of its mountains , or that moved on the face of its waters , Its serpentine windings ; its deep recesses ; the little cottage under the rocky heights , and isolated , as it ...
... light to dwell upon , and conjure up a spirit in every breeze of its mountains , or that moved on the face of its waters , Its serpentine windings ; its deep recesses ; the little cottage under the rocky heights , and isolated , as it ...
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... light ; but instead thereof , those who choose can awake and listen to the brisk notes of the reveillé . Including the officers , professors , and their families , together with the cadets , regular troops , artizans , and others ...
... light ; but instead thereof , those who choose can awake and listen to the brisk notes of the reveillé . Including the officers , professors , and their families , together with the cadets , regular troops , artizans , and others ...
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... light in the morning , attempt to ford the river on his return . He knew also , that the immense quantity of water that ap- peared to be falling , would , by morning , cause the river to rise to a considerable height , and make it ...
... light in the morning , attempt to ford the river on his return . He knew also , that the immense quantity of water that ap- peared to be falling , would , by morning , cause the river to rise to a considerable height , and make it ...
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... lights , and the great extent and variety of this amazing cavern , form altogether , one of the most pleasing and interest- ing scenes that was ever beheld by the eye of mortal man . The cavern has been but partially explored , and no ...
... lights , and the great extent and variety of this amazing cavern , form altogether , one of the most pleasing and interest- ing scenes that was ever beheld by the eye of mortal man . The cavern has been but partially explored , and no ...
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... light , all the horizontal monuments being covered with snow , to the depth of several inches . Yesterday morning I walk- ed there alone , and passed an hour before the meeting of the House . This cemetery is in a remote and lonely ...
... light , all the horizontal monuments being covered with snow , to the depth of several inches . Yesterday morning I walk- ed there alone , and passed an hour before the meeting of the House . This cemetery is in a remote and lonely ...
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Strona 191 - ... ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the...
Strona 18 - 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: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Strona 191 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Strona 43 - Robbins was a Senator in the Congress of the United States from the State of...
Strona 18 - 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' tall, anchoring bark, Diminished to her cock ; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more ; Lest my...
Strona 63 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Strona 39 - Dom. 1775, The Die was Cast!!! The Blood of these Martyrs In the cause of God and their Country was the Cement of the Union of these States, then Colonies, and gave the spring to the Spirit, Firmness and Resolution of their Fellow Citizens.
Strona 61 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Strona 60 - For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead; But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay ; The steel of the white man hath swept them away. This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore, I will toss, with disdain, to the storm-beaten shore; Its charms I no longer obey, or invoke ; Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke.
Strona 161 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.