Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... sort as this , how easy to call back to life again the soul of a happiness now buried under the snows of many a winter's absence , which dwelt within walls that are still stand- ing , and hallowed a spot to which the heart will remain ...
... sort as this , how easy to call back to life again the soul of a happiness now buried under the snows of many a winter's absence , which dwelt within walls that are still stand- ing , and hallowed a spot to which the heart will remain ...
Pagina 22
... sort of family trib nal ; and a highly useful arrangement it is , a crowded domestic congress . They are ways to be found on the judicial bench , rea to give audience . Many are the tough lit problems that are brought to them for the ...
... sort of family trib nal ; and a highly useful arrangement it is , a crowded domestic congress . They are ways to be found on the judicial bench , rea to give audience . Many are the tough lit problems that are brought to them for the ...
Pagina 29
... sort of experience out a rainy day . I have been a patient listener many a personal narrative on this theme , t every one , I found , was the property of its ner alone . The heavens , therefore , do not n down the same influences upon ...
... sort of experience out a rainy day . I have been a patient listener many a personal narrative on this theme , t every one , I found , was the property of its ner alone . The heavens , therefore , do not n down the same influences upon ...
Pagina 40
... sort of inspiration for the rest of the day . In that still hour , you mark how your lettuce and cabbages have shot up during the night , and at once renew your faith in Nature . I fear my closest friend would have failed to recognize ...
... sort of inspiration for the rest of the day . In that still hour , you mark how your lettuce and cabbages have shot up during the night , and at once renew your faith in Nature . I fear my closest friend would have failed to recognize ...
Pagina 42
... sort of Pomona's shrine , in its way , as well as a moonlight resort for lov ers ; a contorted grape - vine weaving a lattic of leaves below and a canopy of green Over head , whose purple tributes you may sit and pluck in the dreamy ...
... sort of Pomona's shrine , in its way , as well as a moonlight resort for lov ers ; a contorted grape - vine weaving a lattic of leaves below and a canopy of green Over head , whose purple tributes you may sit and pluck in the dreamy ...
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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