Marcus Warland: Or, The Long Moss SpringT. B. Peterson, 1852 - 287 من الصفحات |
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... young master , there ; and since their own mother died , my poor , dear mistress , I haint lived for any thing else in the world but them children , and I shall live for them , till the Lord pleases THE LONG MOSS SPRING . 21.
... young master , there ; and since their own mother died , my poor , dear mistress , I haint lived for any thing else in the world but them children , and I shall live for them , till the Lord pleases THE LONG MOSS SPRING . 21.
الصفحة 30
... young as she was , she mourned over his degradation , and its awful consequences . " I love father , because he loves me , " said the child , fearful Mrs. Bellamy would think ill of him , because she had said he put no money in her ...
... young as she was , she mourned over his degradation , and its awful consequences . " I love father , because he loves me , " said the child , fearful Mrs. Bellamy would think ill of him , because she had said he put no money in her ...
الصفحة 31
... young heart of Marcus that was never again sealed . She appeared in that rude cabin like an angel visitant , a messenger of mercy , bear- ing tidings from a fairer , purer world . He felt that he was of a kindred nature , that it was ...
... young heart of Marcus that was never again sealed . She appeared in that rude cabin like an angel visitant , a messenger of mercy , bear- ing tidings from a fairer , purer world . He felt that he was of a kindred nature , that it was ...
الصفحة 34
... young Should thus be called to stand in the tempest's path , And bear the token and the hue of death On a bright soul so soon ! -We are fallen On dark and evil days . " " My boy's proud eye is on me , and the things Which rush , in ...
... young Should thus be called to stand in the tempest's path , And bear the token and the hue of death On a bright soul so soon ! -We are fallen On dark and evil days . " " My boy's proud eye is on me , and the things Which rush , in ...
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... young master . " Simon's hair was all grizzled , and it crisped round his black , wrinkled face , making a gray shade , like a crown of ashes on a lump of shining charcoal . The white of his eyes had a yellow tinge , and a sallow hue ...
... young master . " Simon's hair was all grizzled , and it crisped round his black , wrinkled face , making a gray shade , like a crown of ashes on a lump of shining charcoal . The white of his eyes had a yellow tinge , and a sallow hue ...
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Alston arms Arnold Aunt Milly beautiful believe Bellamy Place blaze bless blood blush bosom breath brother brow burning cabin CAROLINE LEE HENTZ charming cheek Cicero cloud Cora countenance cried dark deep Delaval door exclaimed eyes face fair father feel ferryman's flames fountain gazed gentle gentleman GEORGE DELAVAL girl give glance glowing grace hair hand Hannibal happy haughty head heart heaven Hickory Hill honour hope jist knew L'éclair lady laugh letter Letty light lips Long Moss Spring looked magnolia Marcus bent Marcus Warland Master Marcus Miss Florence mistress mulatto negro never nigger night pale passion Pellam poor promise rolling Rosa round seemed shade side sister slave smile soul spect spirit stood sunbright sweet tell thing thought tion turned Uncle Simon voice waters waves wild wish Wood Lawn young master youth
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الصفحة 194 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind : We sped, like meteors through the sky...
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الصفحة 58 - Oh she is fair ! As fair as Heaven to look upon! as fair As ever vision of the Virgin blest, That weary pilgrim, resting by the fount Beneath the palm, and dreaming to the tune Of flowing waters, duped his soul withal. It was permitted in my pilgrimage To rest beside the fount beneath the tree, Beholding there no vision, but a maid Whose form was light and graceful as the palm, Whose heart was pure and jocund as the fount, And spread a freshness and a verdure round.
الصفحة 166 - The day is fast approaching, when all will be felt to be a dream, a bubble, without the durable riches of the Christian. Nothing else which we may acquire, can be retained when we enter the eternal world. And may I not say, nothing else can ensure us happiness in the present world? for The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's slender hold On earthly bliss. It breaks at every breeze.
الصفحة 259 - tis by the lapwing found. * But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place ; — Then, fare thee well— I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine...
الصفحة 5 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form. The flames...
الصفحة 111 - Oh ! colder than the wind that freezes Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, Is that congealing pang which seizes The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
الصفحة 209 - Rest unto our souls." —Rest unto our souls! — 'tis all we want, — the end of all our wishes and pursuits : give us a prospect of this, we take the wings of the morning, and fly to the uttermost parts of the earth...
الصفحة 48 - ... rolled gradually and reluctantly down his fair oval cheeks; they were not like the sudden, drenching shower, that leaves the air purer and the sky bluer, but the drops that issue from the wounded bark formed of the life-blood of the tree. Beautiful was the spot where the boy sat, and beautiful the vernal morning that awakened Nature to the joy and the beauty of youth. The fountain, over whose basin he was leaning, was one of those clear, deep, pellucid springs, that gush up in the green wilds...
الصفحة 86 - And now, expanded to the beams of truth, New energies, and charms unknown before, * His mind discloses : Fancy now no more Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies; But...