Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina iii
... MORNING AT THE BROOK 93 OUR AUNT AUTUMN DAYS THANKSGIVING HARD WINTERS ONLY A LITTLE 103 113 123 134 • 146 BOOK II . — VICINAGE . - - THE TOWN MEETING THE COUNTRY STORE . 151 161 THE COUNTRY TAVERN THE COUNTRY MUSTER THE COUNTY FAIR .
... MORNING AT THE BROOK 93 OUR AUNT AUTUMN DAYS THANKSGIVING HARD WINTERS ONLY A LITTLE 103 113 123 134 • 146 BOOK II . — VICINAGE . - - THE TOWN MEETING THE COUNTRY STORE . 151 161 THE COUNTRY TAVERN THE COUNTRY MUSTER THE COUNTY FAIR .
Pagina 11
... morning . All objects are so suggestive . My friend carries about him the scents of hay and huckle- berry pastures , as well as hints of fresh butter and cheese . In him seem to be mysteriously bound up the most delightfully homelike ...
... morning . All objects are so suggestive . My friend carries about him the scents of hay and huckle- berry pastures , as well as hints of fresh butter and cheese . In him seem to be mysteriously bound up the most delightfully homelike ...
Pagina 12
... morning , - and the dead child is lifted across in the sad afternoon of October . They all cluster upon it , at the return of the annual Thanksgiving ; and in the Sunday mornings of summer they gather there , snapping off the spikes of ...
... morning , - and the dead child is lifted across in the sad afternoon of October . They all cluster upon it , at the return of the annual Thanksgiving ; and in the Sunday mornings of summer they gather there , snapping off the spikes of ...
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... mornings , than does the bleak man of bleak New England , in his inmost heart , to the honest blaze that glows and flickers over his hearth . There may be no feeling of idolatry in his love for the open fire , - but his spirit does ...
... mornings , than does the bleak man of bleak New England , in his inmost heart , to the honest blaze that glows and flickers over his hearth . There may be no feeling of idolatry in his love for the open fire , - but his spirit does ...
Pagina 23
... morning until night- fall he rambles about the house on short excur- sions , filled full and thoroughly warmed with the dear home feeling . And when one pair of dimmed eyes be- comes yet dimmer , and at last fades entirely from the ...
... morning until night- fall he rambles about the house on short excur- sions , filled full and thoroughly warmed with the dear home feeling . And when one pair of dimmed eyes be- comes yet dimmer , and at last fades entirely from the ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Populaire passages
Pagina 174 - 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 48 - 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 37 - 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 i - 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 171 - 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 37 - 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 16 - 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 42 - ... of his heart, if such a thing could be done, as of pulling up the currant bushes that are so well rooted in the garden. How the red beet-tops glisten in their long rows, as if some pains-taking hand had varnished them, one by one ! How crowded stand those carrots, boring each its long yellow fingers into the mellowed subsoil ! With what a Dutch-like and dogmatic air the swelling cabbages erect their pulpy heads in the performance of the useful work they are set to do! At the further end of the...
Pagina 186 - Decus 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
Pagina 85 - Blue-frodked butchers may be seen scouring around the premises then, picking up what the winter may have added or left over. An old turkey slys in, with a winking eye and an open ear, to peck at. stray seeds and keep the run of the capacious establishment ; mayhap, considering if a snug homenest somewhere hereabout may not, after all, be better than to take the chances of weather and foxes under the birches xon the edge of the woodland.