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... Tree Marion's Escape WILLIAM WIRT • The Blind Preacher Burr and Blennerhassett . To Catharine Wirt . JOHN RANDOLPH OF ROANOKE Vaulting Ambition . Internal Improvements and Loose Constructions The Qualities of a Chief DR . JOHN SHAW Song ...
... Tree Marion's Escape WILLIAM WIRT • The Blind Preacher Burr and Blennerhassett . To Catharine Wirt . JOHN RANDOLPH OF ROANOKE Vaulting Ambition . Internal Improvements and Loose Constructions The Qualities of a Chief DR . JOHN SHAW Song ...
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... Tree of the Dead • PAGE 106 107 108 III • 112 • 114 116 116 117 118 119 I 20 121 122 130 131 132 133 135 136 140 141 • 147 • 148 150 151 153 154 155 158 . 159 160 161 162 163 • 164 165 166 167 168 • 170 MATTHEW FONTAINE MAURY Free ...
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... Trees . • The Hero of the Commune DR . FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR Little Giffen . The Virginians of the Valley Virginia . Lee Unknown Loyal Page Brook JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON Ashby Music in Camp JAMES RYDER RANDALL My Maryland . John Pelham ...
... Trees . • The Hero of the Commune DR . FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR Little Giffen . The Virginians of the Valley Virginia . Lee Unknown Loyal Page Brook JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON Ashby Music in Camp JAMES RYDER RANDALL My Maryland . John Pelham ...
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... tree kated with iddles , the ice and branches came so tumbling down , that the poor savages ran away half dead with fear . But at last we regained some confidence with them , and gave them such toys , NARRATIVES DEALING WITH BACON'S ...
... tree kated with iddles , the ice and branches came so tumbling down , that the poor savages ran away half dead with fear . But at last we regained some confidence with them , and gave them such toys , NARRATIVES DEALING WITH BACON'S ...
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... side , to cover him from the sight of the deer . Others cut down trees for the deer to browse upon , and lie in wait behind THE PASTIMES OF COLONIAL VIRGINIA 17 them . Others again 16 ROBERT BEVERLEY The Pastimes of Colonial Virginia.
... side , to cover him from the sight of the deer . Others cut down trees for the deer to browse upon , and lie in wait behind THE PASTIMES OF COLONIAL VIRGINIA 17 them . Others again 16 ROBERT BEVERLEY The Pastimes of Colonial Virginia.
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Page 214 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 215 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in -Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Page 215 - said I, " thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven,
Page 213 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 226 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Page 225 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 212 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 216 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 211 - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
Page 226 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.