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... Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man . " - Byron . " The silver light , with quivering glance , Play'd on the water's still expause . " - Scott . It was out on the ...
... Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man . " - Byron . " The silver light , with quivering glance , Play'd on the water's still expause . " - Scott . It was out on the ...
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... beautiful ! " she said , after a long silence , drawing a deep breath that seemed almost a sigh . The words , though rather a soliloquy than a remark intended for her companion , nevertheless drew a reply from the latter . " Yes ! niece ...
... beautiful ! " she said , after a long silence , drawing a deep breath that seemed almost a sigh . The words , though rather a soliloquy than a remark intended for her companion , nevertheless drew a reply from the latter . " Yes ! niece ...
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... beautiful . spectacle were the moonbeams shining on the snowy sails , which rose above the beholders , cloud on cloud , until the upper ones almost seemed lost in the sky . The single star still twinkled over head , swinging backwards ...
... beautiful . spectacle were the moonbeams shining on the snowy sails , which rose above the beholders , cloud on cloud , until the upper ones almost seemed lost in the sky . The single star still twinkled over head , swinging backwards ...
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... Beautiful Sweetwater ! shall we ever again in this world experience the sweet calm which used to descend , dove - like , upon our spirit , as we sat musing by thee , listening to the pine - woods sigh in the evening breeze , while the ...
... Beautiful Sweetwater ! shall we ever again in this world experience the sweet calm which used to descend , dove - like , upon our spirit , as we sat musing by thee , listening to the pine - woods sigh in the evening breeze , while the ...
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... beautiful she would look as his wife , plying that small gold thimble with those delicate fingers , by the same fireside with him , on a cold , wintry night , chatting gayly as she nimbly worked , and continually looking up at him with ...
... beautiful she would look as his wife , plying that small gold thimble with those delicate fingers , by the same fireside with him , on a cold , wintry night , chatting gayly as she nimbly worked , and continually looking up at him with ...
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added answered Kate Arab Arrison Aunt Chloe awhile beautiful began bloodhound boat Captain Powell CHAPTER Charles child companion conflagration continued Count Pulaski countenance cousin cried dame dark death debbil Emerson Bennett Eugene Sue eyes face fire followed forest Forks G. W. M. Reynolds girl glancing half hand head hear heard heart heerd hero heroine hope horse hour instant Kate's knew lady laugh Liberty or death listened looked Lord Maggy Major Gordon miles Miss Aylesford morning Mullen Neck never niece night once outlaws patriots paused person Pomp Price 25 Price 50 cents reached refugees replied ride river road rushed seemed seen ship shore side sight soon spoke stood suddenly Sweetwater there's thing thought trees Trenton turned Uncle Lawrence Valentine Vox voice Warren watch wave whole wild wind woods words young
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Page 279 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Page 78 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 99 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 278 - Remember not, Lord, our offences, nor the offences of our forefathers ; neither take thou vengeance of our sins : spare us, good Lord, spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood, and be not angry with us for ever.
Page 268 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 351 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Page 317 - God is also in sleep, and dreams advise. Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence...
Page 142 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 323 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Page 343 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.