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Translated from the GerA Poetaster's Lament , 105 man , 116 A Scene at
Florence , 116 Filial Stanzas . By Rev. G. W. BEA Dish of Tea , 150 , 231 THUNE ,
336 G. A Chronicle of Lousiana , notice of , 165 American Quarterlies , 172
Governor ...
Translated from the GerA Poetaster's Lament , 105 man , 116 A Scene at
Florence , 116 Filial Stanzas . By Rev. G. W. BEA Dish of Tea , 150 , 231 THUNE ,
336 G. A Chronicle of Lousiana , notice of , 165 American Quarterlies , 172
Governor ...
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By W. G. SIMMS , Esq . , 427 My Tablets , 528 Sketches of a Trip to Lake Superior
, 428 May - Day in Savannah , 542 Sparks ' American Biography , 456 Salt Water
Floating Baths , 459 N. Seals on Old Letters , 497 Nodding Homers : a Popular ...
By W. G. SIMMS , Esq . , 427 My Tablets , 528 Sketches of a Trip to Lake Superior
, 428 May - Day in Savannah , 542 Sparks ' American Biography , 456 Salt Water
Floating Baths , 459 N. Seals on Old Letters , 497 Nodding Homers : a Popular ...
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The American Fur Company have already established various fishing posts upon
Lake Superior . Furs have become scarce , and the beaver and the martin seem
to partake of their hunter's destiny ; retiring with them into deeper recesses of ...
The American Fur Company have already established various fishing posts upon
Lake Superior . Furs have become scarce , and the beaver and the martin seem
to partake of their hunter's destiny ; retiring with them into deeper recesses of ...
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A retired merchant , who was travelling in very genteel style , once asked me if
Joseph Bonaparte was still king of America . A monk of Genoa , who was my
companion in a voiture in Lombardy , opened his eyes with astonishment when ...
A retired merchant , who was travelling in very genteel style , once asked me if
Joseph Bonaparte was still king of America . A monk of Genoa , who was my
companion in a voiture in Lombardy , opened his eyes with astonishment when ...
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These last , a physician of my acquaintance saw even in a native American . The
irritation , restlessness , and consequent watchfulness and fatigue , occasioned
by these animals , no doubt predisposed the well to be affected by the fever ...
These last , a physician of my acquaintance saw even in a native American . The
irritation , restlessness , and consequent watchfulness and fatigue , occasioned
by these animals , no doubt predisposed the well to be affected by the fever ...
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 414 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...