Works, المجلد 2Putnam, 1851 |
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... fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Roscoe . I drew back with an ...
... fire of a poetic soul . There was some- thing in his whole appearance that indicated a being of a different order from the bustling race around him . I inquired his name , and was informed that it was Roscoe . I drew back with an ...
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... is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire , which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity ; but which kindles up , and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the THE WIFE . 35.
... is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire , which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity ; but which kindles up , and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity . No man knows what the THE WIFE . 35.
الصفحة 87
... fires lurking in the depths of the coldest bosom , which , when once enkindled , become impetuous , and are sometimes desolating in their effects . Indeed , I am a true be- liever in the blind deity , and go to the full extent of his ...
... fires lurking in the depths of the coldest bosom , which , when once enkindled , become impetuous , and are sometimes desolating in their effects . Indeed , I am a true be- liever in the blind deity , and go to the full extent of his ...
الصفحة 110
... fire in the high vault of heaven ; and " Cynthia rinsing her golden locks in Aquarius . " He lay in bed wakeful and restless , and took a book to beguile the tedious hours . The book he chose was Boetius ' Consolations of Philoso- phy ...
... fire in the high vault of heaven ; and " Cynthia rinsing her golden locks in Aquarius . " He lay in bed wakeful and restless , and took a book to beguile the tedious hours . The book he chose was Boetius ' Consolations of Philoso- phy ...
الصفحة 115
... fire burning upon her white bosom . Her dress of white tissue was looped up to enable her to walk with more freedom . She was accompanied by two female attendants , and about her sported a little hound decorated with bells ; proba- bly ...
... fire burning upon her white bosom . Her dress of white tissue was looped up to enable her to walk with more freedom . She was accompanied by two female attendants , and about her sported a little hound decorated with bells ; proba- bly ...
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الصفحة 184 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error — covers every defect extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
الصفحة 52 - ... gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder. As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack-lustre countenances, that his heart turned...
الصفحة 52 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
الصفحة 56 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
الصفحة 47 - ... a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers and other idle personages of the village which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing.
الصفحة 43 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
الصفحة 238 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
الصفحة 52 - He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another; and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
الصفحة 181 - ... grove which he once frequented ; we think of him in the wild upland solitude, or amidst the pensive beauty of the valley. In the freshness of joyous morning, we remember his beaming smiles and bounding...
الصفحة 184 - But the grave of those we loved, — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.