Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Tom 2Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824 |
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... turning into the hall , you pass through another arch , into a number of rooms on the left hand , curtained , and with stalactites hanging from the roof . You then de- scend about ten feet , into a chamber about twenty feet square , and ...
... turning into the hall , you pass through another arch , into a number of rooms on the left hand , curtained , and with stalactites hanging from the roof . You then de- scend about ten feet , into a chamber about twenty feet square , and ...
Strona 75
... turned towards his victim . At this moment , a bullet whistled by his head . It was Augustus and a chosen band of friends , who had armed themselves and followed the assassins , and in an instant they were in the midst of their enemies ...
... turned towards his victim . At this moment , a bullet whistled by his head . It was Augustus and a chosen band of friends , who had armed themselves and followed the assassins , and in an instant they were in the midst of their enemies ...
Strona 77
... turned over in the coffin , its depredation upon the sur- viver would necessarily cease . The consent of the mother being obtained , it was agreed that four persons , attended by the surviving and complaining brother , should , G. 2 NEW ...
... turned over in the coffin , its depredation upon the sur- viver would necessarily cease . The consent of the mother being obtained , it was agreed that four persons , attended by the surviving and complaining brother , should , G. 2 NEW ...
Strona 83
... turned to the old woman , and again offered to console her for the loss of her house , and even tendered the use of another habitation ; but she was raving in all the impotence of disappointed madness , her voice was inarticulate , she ...
... turned to the old woman , and again offered to console her for the loss of her house , and even tendered the use of another habitation ; but she was raving in all the impotence of disappointed madness , her voice was inarticulate , she ...
Strona 86
... turned his heavy black eye upon them , in token of recognition , then sunk again into his chair . When the prayer , ( the alpha and omega of all old colony meetings or visita- tions ) was finished , the elders entered upon the especial ...
... turned his heavy black eye upon them , in token of recognition , then sunk again into his chair . When the prayer , ( the alpha and omega of all old colony meetings or visita- tions ) was finished , the elders entered upon the especial ...
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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.