Hurry-graphs: Or, Sketches of Scenery, Celebrities and Society, Taken from LifeKerr, Doughty & Lapham, 1853 - 364 pages |
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... SUGGESTION FOR THE OPERA , 336 COMING OPERA SEASON , 340 MAY - DAY IN NEW YORK , 344 ARE OPERAS MORAL , AND ARE PRIMA DONNAS LADIES ? 351 EVENING ACCESS TO NEW YORK INFORMATION AND AMUSEMENT , 356 Ꮪ Ꮯ Ꭼ Ꮩ Ꭼ Ꭱ Y . LETTER FROM.
... SUGGESTION FOR THE OPERA , 336 COMING OPERA SEASON , 340 MAY - DAY IN NEW YORK , 344 ARE OPERAS MORAL , AND ARE PRIMA DONNAS LADIES ? 351 EVENING ACCESS TO NEW YORK INFORMATION AND AMUSEMENT , 356 Ꮪ Ꮯ Ꭼ Ꮩ Ꭼ Ꭱ Y . LETTER FROM.
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... suggested a query as to the contentment of resi- dence here , but , in answer to various inquiries , I found that a Cape man's proverbial ambition is to have a comfortable home where he was born ; that the Cape girls have no wish to ...
... suggested a query as to the contentment of resi- dence here , but , in answer to various inquiries , I found that a Cape man's proverbial ambition is to have a comfortable home where he was born ; that the Cape girls have no wish to ...
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... suggested that the planting and sowing of beach - grass over these moveable hills , would best answer the purpose . Like love , which binds with spider's webs that grow into cables , the slender filament of this poorest and slightest of ...
... suggested that the planting and sowing of beach - grass over these moveable hills , would best answer the purpose . Like love , which binds with spider's webs that grow into cables , the slender filament of this poorest and slightest of ...
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... suggests that you should pin your ticket on your sleeve , or slip it under the band of your hat , so that he need not wake you for a rummage into your pocket , when compelled , as usual after every stopping - place , to reconnoitre for ...
... suggests that you should pin your ticket on your sleeve , or slip it under the band of your hat , so that he need not wake you for a rummage into your pocket , when compelled , as usual after every stopping - place , to reconnoitre for ...
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... suggestion . The first guest at this , his new hotel , was the great soldier who is now at the head of our army , General Scott ; and his singularly gifted family are here , the guests for the summer . Besides the General's ...
... suggestion . The first guest at this , his new hotel , was the great soldier who is now at the head of our army , General Scott ; and his singularly gifted family are here , the guests for the summer . Besides the General's ...
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Page 244 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes, that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 244 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 243 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 186 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 185 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Page 185 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 186 - What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 184 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Page 185 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 185 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part?