Sad Tales and Glad TalesS.G. Goodrich, 1828 - 185 |
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Strona 6
... dark speck was seen to flit across its bosom , and leave in its track a dusky vapor , which was almost instantly absorbed in the gathering gloom . Night was fast falling on everything round me . My eyes were fastened on the black bank ...
... dark speck was seen to flit across its bosom , and leave in its track a dusky vapor , which was almost instantly absorbed in the gathering gloom . Night was fast falling on everything round me . My eyes were fastened on the black bank ...
Strona 7
... dark eyes upon me . " But , " continued he in an undertone , and as though he was talking with himself , as he ... darkness . " I had heard enough of the soliloquy which preceded this ad- dress , to awaken my curiosity , and as these ...
... dark eyes upon me . " But , " continued he in an undertone , and as though he was talking with himself , as he ... darkness . " I had heard enough of the soliloquy which preceded this ad- dress , to awaken my curiosity , and as these ...
Strona 8
... dark , and the night breeze was beginning to sing over the cool waters . Instead of the last sunlight reflected faintly on the fading clouds , as I had seen it when I fixed my gaze on that silent and cheerless shore , thousands of stars ...
... dark , and the night breeze was beginning to sing over the cool waters . Instead of the last sunlight reflected faintly on the fading clouds , as I had seen it when I fixed my gaze on that silent and cheerless shore , thousands of stars ...
Strona 9
... dark gray , the only moving things , save his thin lips , on the dead sur- face of his physiognomy , seemed sometimes to kindle as with the light of former days , as I from time to time observed them in the starry brilliancy which they ...
... dark gray , the only moving things , save his thin lips , on the dead sur- face of his physiognomy , seemed sometimes to kindle as with the light of former days , as I from time to time observed them in the starry brilliancy which they ...
Strona 21
... the head of Isabel reclined on his bosom in the bower that she had hung with blossoms and wild leaves , would he part her dark hair and whisper over her an abjuration of glory and even of his country , to give himself THE PALISADOES . 21.
... the head of Isabel reclined on his bosom in the bower that she had hung with blossoms and wild leaves , would he part her dark hair and whisper over her an abjuration of glory and even of his country , to give himself THE PALISADOES . 21.
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Strona 3 - Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Strona 109 - T. CAMPBELL. How rings each sparkling Spanish brand, There's music in its rattle, And gay as for a saraband We gird us for the battle. Follow, follow, To the glorious revelry, Where the sabres bristle, And the death-shots whistle. Of rights for which our swords outspring. Shall Angouleme bereave us ? We 've pluck'da bird of nobler wing — The eagle could not brave us.
Strona 76 - ... composure distinguished his deportment — and the serenity of his mind was depicted in the tranquillity of his countenance. The last hours of his solitude were employed in those holy offices which friendship claims of us when the sands of life are running low. There were a few words to be said — a few prayers to be uttered for those who were now dreaming of him on his path to glory. There were a few sad, sacred words to be breathed to a fond mother — to sisters that loved him — to some,...
Strona 81 - ... some stood wrapped in gloomy attention ; others, still behind, were seen eagerly gazing over the shoulders of those who had closed up before them. Every cap was off, and every eye fixed. Still beyond, the sick were seen peeping out of the halfopened door ; and women and boys stood, with arms crossed upon their bosoms, before the miserable huts from which they had just issued. There, there was no moving — no noise — no roving of the looks — all were bent upon the speaker, who stood on the...
Strona 55 - How it sped with that young horseman, and how he bore him on his way, it now remains to tell. The animal he bestrode was fleet and powerful, and went forward as though he was familiar with the path. There was light enough to bring into view the dark outline of the country he traversed, and to give him a vivid impression of its wildness and variety. Here the road wound among rocks and woods that clustered round and above him in every frowning and fantastic form which nature loves to display in her...
Strona 75 - It was this that paled his check, and dewed his brow — it was this made his heart beat till he could hear it in his solitude. If sometimes his sad glistening eye rested again on that precious gem which before had absorbed, as it seemed, his very life, the kindest and bravest heart would spare him there, if a tear was seen to drop upon it : and the thought, possibly, of sacred and devoted passion — of long and holy love, with all its blessed hopes, and all its desolate bereavements, would accompany...