Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... light spirits are to trip across it as they enter and what heavy burdens may be carried forth in the coming days of sorrow and separation . The entrance to a man's house gives to the outside world much of the expression of his domestic ...
... light spirits are to trip across it as they enter and what heavy burdens may be carried forth in the coming days of sorrow and separation . The entrance to a man's house gives to the outside world much of the expression of his domestic ...
Pagina 16
... Light , nor did Incas below the tropics eve pay faithfuller homage to the great Sun - sourc of existence on solstitial mornings , than doe the bleak man of bleak New England , in hi inmost heart , to the honest blaze that glow and ...
... Light , nor did Incas below the tropics eve pay faithfuller homage to the great Sun - sourc of existence on solstitial mornings , than doe the bleak man of bleak New England , in hi inmost heart , to the honest blaze that glow and ...
Pagina 24
... of the wintry fire - light . Mer afterwards throw back longing glances from the advanced paths of their feverish life - caree to an innocent picture like this , and in thei s confess it is the very realization of which are 24 HOMESPUN .
... of the wintry fire - light . Mer afterwards throw back longing glances from the advanced paths of their feverish life - caree to an innocent picture like this , and in thei s confess it is the very realization of which are 24 HOMESPUN .
Pagina 46
... light snows of November ; and the growing turkey - poults may peck at the loose outside leaves on their way to roost in the apple - trees . One cannot think of the Spring house - clean ing , without a revived reminiscence of the early ...
... light snows of November ; and the growing turkey - poults may peck at the loose outside leaves on their way to roost in the apple - trees . One cannot think of the Spring house - clean ing , without a revived reminiscence of the early ...
Pagina 68
... light that showed us our way across came in through the wide- apart and narrow windows cut , like loop - holes , in its sides , at which we used to stop and look down with a strange fascination into the swift current of the water . My ...
... light that showed us our way across came in through the wide- apart and narrow windows cut , like loop - holes , in its sides , at which we used to stop and look down with a strange fascination into the swift current of the water . My ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 176 - I'll be as certain to make him a good dish of meat, as I was to catch him. I'll now lead you to an honest ale-house where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall...
Pagina 39 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man...
Pagina 50 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Pagina 173 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Pagina 39 - Almost all you see," said the good old man, " is the work of my own hands, though I am bordering on eighty years of age. My old woman does the weeding, and John mows the turf and digs for me ; but all the nicer work — the sowing, grafting, budding, transplanting, and the like — I trust to no other hand but my own — so long, at least, as my health will allow me to enjoy so pleasing an occupation ; and, in good sooth, the fruits here taste more sweet, and the flowers have a richer perfume, than...
Pagina iii - Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion, Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead. We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannot Buy with gold the old associations ! CATAWBA WINE.
Pagina 18 - Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine. Arrange the board and brim the glass; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by; We keep the day.
Pagina 45 - To be right in the rnidst of your own growing vegetables ; to behold the favorite sunflowers all turned to the east ; to watch the beansprouts, coming up with their twin leaves out of the cleft heart of the seed ; to shave down ranks of red-stemmed weeds with a single sweep of the bright hoe ; to brush your peas, pole your beans, set frames to support your cucumbers and tomatoes, trim your young hedges, hunt the bugs among the squash vines, and plan new paths through beds of vegetables and rows of...
Pagina 188 - Decws et tutamen in armis." There he is in the saddle now ! How proudly that best piece of horse-flesh in the county takes his martial paces across the turf he spurns ! How gayly glitter the epaulettes of his rider — how gracefully waves his plume — how noisily jingle his regimental trappings! He must assuredly feel as if the neck of his steed was