The Knickerbocker Sketch-book: A Library of Select LiteratureLewis Gaylord Clark Burgess, Stringer, 1845 - 235 Seiten |
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... sister : yet he assumed great authority on the strength of this left - handed relationship , and was a universal intermeddler , and family pest . This prying little busy - body soon ferreted out the truth of the story and discovered ...
... sister : yet he assumed great authority on the strength of this left - handed relationship , and was a universal intermeddler , and family pest . This prying little busy - body soon ferreted out the truth of the story and discovered ...
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... sister ( I had but one ) hung round me and wept , and entreated me to stay . I felt my heart swell in my throat ; but I gulped it back to its place , and straightened myself up : I would not suffer myself to cry . I at length disengaged ...
... sister ( I had but one ) hung round me and wept , and entreated me to stay . I felt my heart swell in my throat ; but I gulped it back to its place , and straightened myself up : I would not suffer myself to cry . I at length disengaged ...
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... sister luckily saw their error ; they took off the lockets , laid them aside , and harmony was restored otherwise , I verily believe there would have been an end of our community . Indeed , not- withstanding the great sacrifice they ...
... sister luckily saw their error ; they took off the lockets , laid them aside , and harmony was restored otherwise , I verily believe there would have been an end of our community . Indeed , not- withstanding the great sacrifice they ...
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... and deer , and other brute beasts ? My vanity told me I had ; and I called to mind my boyish boast to my sister , that I would never return home , until I return- ed a member of congress from Kentucky ; but was RALPH RINGWOOD . 67.
... and deer , and other brute beasts ? My vanity told me I had ; and I called to mind my boyish boast to my sister , that I would never return home , until I return- ed a member of congress from Kentucky ; but was RALPH RINGWOOD . 67.
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... of mine host , a sister's son , Yan Yost Vanderscamp by name , and a real scamp by nature . This unlucky whipster showed an early propensity to mischief , which he gratified in a small 118 GUESTS FROM GIBBET - ISLAND .
... of mine host , a sister's son , Yan Yost Vanderscamp by name , and a real scamp by nature . This unlucky whipster showed an early propensity to mischief , which he gratified in a small 118 GUESTS FROM GIBBET - ISLAND .
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Andover bachelor Bardstown beauty Bob Mosely Communipaw cried daughter Davison dear deer delighted door ears face fairy fancy father feelings felt flowers forest gazing Gibbet-Island girl glance Glencoe Green River hand happy head heard heart horse hunter hunting Jabez Doolittle jine Julia Julia Somerville Kentucky kind knew lady laugh LOCOMOTIVE look looking-glasses Lucky Dog marriage married man's eye mind Miss Somerville morning mother never night nymph old Pluto Paradise Lost passed PETER CRAM Peter Grimm poetry poor racter recollect replied Rhine RINGWOOD river round scarcely seemed seen sister SKELETON IN ARMOR skiff smile soon Sophy soul sound steam-boat sweet talk tell tender thing thought Tinnecum tion told took trees turned uncle Vanderscamp voice walked WASHINGTON IRVING Weatherby wife Wild Goose woman wonder woods young
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Seite 91 - Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us, And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter!
Seite 90 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Seite 90 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the werewolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Seite 175 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Seite 91 - Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story.
Seite 90 - Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on. "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
Seite 90 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
Seite 90 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid. And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted.
Seite 91 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight ? Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
Seite 82 - ... striving to collect my thoughts, and tranquillize my feelings. It was a bright morning; the air was pure and frosty. I bathed my forehead and my hands in a beautiful running stream; but I could not allay the fever heat that raged within. I returned to breakfast, but could not eat. A single cup of coffee formed my repast. It was time to go to court, and I went there with a throbbing heart. I believe if it had not been for the thoughts of my little wife, in her lonely log-house I should have given...