The Knickerbocker Sketch-book: A Library of Select LiteratureLewis Gaylord Clark Burgess, Stringer, 1845 - 235 Seiten |
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... tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine , On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor . IX . ' I woo'd the blue - eyed maid , Yielding , yet half afraid , And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted ...
... tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine , On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor . IX . ' I woo'd the blue - eyed maid , Yielding , yet half afraid , And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted ...
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... tender blushing face adorn The stem which beareth thee ! ' LAY OF THE Moss ROSE . If you have ever visited the good old village of Hampden , you cannot but have noticed the number and beauty of the children who throng its streets ...
... tender blushing face adorn The stem which beareth thee ! ' LAY OF THE Moss ROSE . If you have ever visited the good old village of Hampden , you cannot but have noticed the number and beauty of the children who throng its streets ...
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... tender outlines , its pure and healthy complexion , like snow unsullied by the earth , convey an idea of love and innocence , that wakes the airy harp of the soul , and draws a strange wild music from its strings . It is the magical ...
... tender outlines , its pure and healthy complexion , like snow unsullied by the earth , convey an idea of love and innocence , that wakes the airy harp of the soul , and draws a strange wild music from its strings . It is the magical ...
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... tender nature . She would weep over the woes of the Chil- dren in the Wood , or quake at the dark romance of Blue - Beard , and the terrible mysteries of the blue chamber . But I was all for enterprise and adventure . I burned to ...
... tender nature . She would weep over the woes of the Chil- dren in the Wood , or quake at the dark romance of Blue - Beard , and the terrible mysteries of the blue chamber . But I was all for enterprise and adventure . I burned to ...
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... tender passion , that makes us alive to the beauties of nature . A soft sunshine morning infused a sort of rapture into my breast . I flung open my arms , like the Grecian youth in Ovid , as if I would take in and embrace the balmy ...
... tender passion , that makes us alive to the beauties of nature . A soft sunshine morning infused a sort of rapture into my breast . I flung open my arms , like the Grecian youth in Ovid , as if I would take in and embrace the balmy ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
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...