Adventures and Achievements of Americans: A Series of Narratives Illustrating Their Heroism, Self-reliance, Genius and EnterpriseGeo. F. Tuttle, 1861 - 732 pages |
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... soon told . He was conveyed to New York , which he reached on the same day that nearly one half of it had been laid in ruins by a dreadful conflagration . He was taken into the presence of the relentless Howe . The notes found in his ...
... soon told . He was conveyed to New York , which he reached on the same day that nearly one half of it had been laid in ruins by a dreadful conflagration . He was taken into the presence of the relentless Howe . The notes found in his ...
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... soon employed to paint por- traits . A Lancaster gunsmith , Mr. Joseph Henry , commissioned him to paint the Death of Socrates . The artist knew none too much about the personage he was going to paint , and the gunsmith read to him a ...
... soon employed to paint por- traits . A Lancaster gunsmith , Mr. Joseph Henry , commissioned him to paint the Death of Socrates . The artist knew none too much about the personage he was going to paint , and the gunsmith read to him a ...
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... listened while the lady spoke of them , with an enthusiasm which , after an experience of nearly seventy years in the world he loved to live over again . His fame spread to Lancaster , where he was soon 28 ADVENTURES AND ACHIEVEMENTS.
... listened while the lady spoke of them , with an enthusiasm which , after an experience of nearly seventy years in the world he loved to live over again . His fame spread to Lancaster , where he was soon 28 ADVENTURES AND ACHIEVEMENTS.
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... soon to follow . His wife and he had loved each other some sixty years - had seen their children's children — and the world had no compensation to offer . He began to sink , and though still to be found at his easel , his hand had lost ...
... soon to follow . His wife and he had loved each other some sixty years - had seen their children's children — and the world had no compensation to offer . He began to sink , and though still to be found at his easel , his hand had lost ...
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... soon after succeeded in making likenesses in black lead . When he was about eighteen years of age , a wandering Scotch artist , by the name of Alexander , came to Rhode Island , and being pleased with the talents of the lad , instructed ...
... soon after succeeded in making likenesses in black lead . When he was about eighteen years of age , a wandering Scotch artist , by the name of Alexander , came to Rhode Island , and being pleased with the talents of the lad , instructed ...
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Page 606 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 606 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 619 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a...
Page 605 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
Page 136 - And what have we to oppose to them ? Shall we try argument ? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
Page 610 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 598 - 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 619 - December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 619 - art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore! Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 612 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.