Anglo-American Literature and MannersC. Scribner, 1852 - 312 pages |
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... singular dish , which pleases them . It is an unexpected contrast and they like it . I will not , however , give them too much of it . " For his part he does not exchange flatteries with his hosts . Far from esteeming French politeness ...
... singular dish , which pleases them . It is an unexpected contrast and they like it . I will not , however , give them too much of it . " For his part he does not exchange flatteries with his hosts . Far from esteeming French politeness ...
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... singular in America ; it is the emphasis of his writings , the philosophic and false sensibility which makes the fortune of modern romances , and which he puts into his books upon finance ; that pleases the French . Here one likes to ...
... singular in America ; it is the emphasis of his writings , the philosophic and false sensibility which makes the fortune of modern romances , and which he puts into his books upon finance ; that pleases the French . Here one likes to ...
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... to take this step in addressing you . I esteem you most highly ; but who would not esteem you ? I admire your talents , for I have listened to you , and in this I am not singular . But what I have to 32 ORIGIN AND PROGRESS OF.
... to take this step in addressing you . I esteem you most highly ; but who would not esteem you ? I admire your talents , for I have listened to you , and in this I am not singular . But what I have to 32 ORIGIN AND PROGRESS OF.
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Philarète Chasles. I am not singular . But what I have to ask of you is so much in accordance with your own feelings , that my letter will only repeat to you their dictates in poorer expressions . You are travelling through Germany , and ...
Philarète Chasles. I am not singular . But what I have to ask of you is so much in accordance with your own feelings , that my letter will only repeat to you their dictates in poorer expressions . You are travelling through Germany , and ...
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... singular neatness ; you would have said that the waters of some brook , running through the untrod- den forest , and bathing the roots of oaks , old as the world , had served him for mirror . At the sight of that long hair , that bared ...
... singular neatness ; you would have said that the waters of some brook , running through the untrod- den forest , and bathing the roots of oaks , old as the world , had served him for mirror . At the sight of that long hair , that bared ...
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Page 207 - ... THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Page 193 - Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass.
Page 190 - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race...
Page 186 - Come when the rains Have glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light.
Page 80 - I turned, cocked my gun-locks silently, touched my faithful companion, and lay ready to start up and shoot the first who might attempt my life. The moment was fast approaching, and that night might have been my last in this world, had not Providence made preparations for my rescue. All was ready. The infernal hag was advancing slowly, probably contemplating the best way of despatching mo, whilst her sons should be engaged with the Indian.
Page 206 - Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.
Page 189 - There stood the Indian hamlet, there the lake Spread its blue sheet that flashed with many an oar, Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake, And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er, The twinkling maize-field rustled on the shore , And while that spot, so wild, and...
Page 74 - I observed a yellowish oval spot, the appearance of which was quite new to me. Little time was left me for consideration, as the next moment a smart breeze began to agitate the taller trees.
Page 189 - Indian hamlet, there the lake Spread its blue sheet that flashed with many an oar, Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake, And the deer drank : as the light gale flew o'er, The twinkling maize-field rustled on the shore ; And while that spot, so wild, and lone, and fair, A look of glad and guiltless beauty wore, And peace was on the earth and in the air, The warrior lit the pile, and bound his captive there.
Page 75 - The principal force of the hurricane was now over, although millions of twigs and small branches, that had been brought from a great distance, were seen following the blast, as if drawn onwards by some mysterious power. They even floated in the air for some hours after, as if supported by the thick mass of dust that rose high above the ground.