The Artists of America: a Series of Biographical Sketches of American Artists: With Portraits and Designs on Steel

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Baker & Scribner, 1846 - 257 Seiten
 

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Seite 55 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before.
Seite 52 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Seite 20 - And it came to pass, as they Were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha : and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived, and stood up on his feet.
Seite 227 - You will be told of some wintry chill, some casual indisposition, that laid her low; — but no one knows of the mental malady which previously sapped her strength, and made her so easy a prey to the spoiler. She is like some tender tree, the pride and beauty of the grove; graceful in its form, bright in its foliage, but with the worm preying at its heart. We find it suddenly withering, when it should be most fresh and luxuriant. We see it drooping its branches to the earth, and shedding leaf by...
Seite 55 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll from whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.
Seite 7 - From the Christian Watchman. The interesting subject of this memoir was born at East Haddam, Conn., January 18, 1809, and died August 2, 1836. Books of this description are sure to obtain readers, and therefore we sincerely wish they always combined as much solid instruction with affecting and interesting narrative, as we find in this volume. " He that winneth souls is wise.
Seite 53 - We in one mother's arms were locked, — Long be her love repaid ; In the same cradle we were rocked, Round the same hearth we played. Our boyish sports were all the same, Each little joy and woe ; Let manhood keep alive the flame, Lit up so long ago. We are but two, — be that the band To hold us till we die ; Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, Till side by side we lie.
Seite 3 - Christ died for all, then all were dead ; and that he died for all that they who live should not henceforth live unto themselves, but unto him who died for them.
Seite 4 - Mr. Jones was greatly favored in the subject of his narrative ; and he has wrought up his materials with great skill and judgment. Nothing has been inserted, which would have been better omitted ; and nothing appears to be wanting, which was necessary to a just appreciation of her character. We unhesitatingly commend this Memoir to all females, in all ranks of society. The most refined and best educated will rise from its perusal, improved in literary taste, intellectual expansion, and correct thinking...

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