Cooper's Works, Volume 32

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Stringer and Townsend, 1855 - American literature

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Page 91 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 266 - em to be, now, almost as useful as almanacs. Read what it says about the seasons, child." " It says, sir, that the changes in the seasons are owing to ' the inclination of the earth's axis to the plane of its orbit.
Page 404 - Have patience, gentle friends ; I must not read it ; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
Page 304 - To prayer; — for the glorious sun is gone, And the gathering darkness of night comes on ; Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows To shade the couch where his children repose. Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright, And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night.
Page 87 - And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve ; whether the gods which your fathers* served that were on the other side of the flood, t or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell : but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.
Page 196 - all work, and no play, makes Jack a dull boy...
Page 266 - 'arth's orbit has an inclination towards changes,' you say." "The changes in the seasons, sir, are owing to 'the inclination of the earth's axis to the plane of its orbit.
Page 106 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 413 - In the name of God, amen. I, Ichabod Pratt, of the town of Southold, and county of Suffolk, and State of New York, being of failing bodily health, but of sound mind, do make and declare this to be my last will and testament. " I bequeath to my niece, Mary Pratt, only child of...
Page 319 - My foot on the iceberg has lighted. When hoarse the wild winds veer about ; My eye, when the bark is benighted, Sees the lamp of the light-house go out. I'm the sea-bird, sea-bird, sea-bird, Lone looker on despair ; The sea-bird, sea-bird, sea-bird, The only witness there.

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