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Pagina 23
... night in New Orleans . The heat was oppressive , and every one , whom business did not force to go out , remained in the cool of the houses ; but those who had to attend to the shipping or unshipping of merchandise , lounged along the ...
... night in New Orleans . The heat was oppressive , and every one , whom business did not force to go out , remained in the cool of the houses ; but those who had to attend to the shipping or unshipping of merchandise , lounged along the ...
Pagina 24
... night in the open air , and throw themselves , at daybreak , on their beds , to sleep a few hours . At twelve o'clock , a number of sailors , who were somewhat intoxicated , came in the lower market , drank their coffee , and laughed ...
... night in the open air , and throw themselves , at daybreak , on their beds , to sleep a few hours . At twelve o'clock , a number of sailors , who were somewhat intoxicated , came in the lower market , drank their coffee , and laughed ...
Pagina 34
... night come , when all sleeps but love , in the shadow of some low - barred window , they refuse not to allow themselves to be seen by their slaves . Would you be more cruel ? " " My window is low , truly , but it is not barred ...
... night come , when all sleeps but love , in the shadow of some low - barred window , they refuse not to allow themselves to be seen by their slaves . Would you be more cruel ? " " My window is low , truly , but it is not barred ...
Pagina 35
... night . The barking of Turk had robbed her of her sleep ; it was all owing to that wicked Turk . She said all this in a natural tone , and even carried her heroism so far as to smile when she spoke to the man who had mortally insulted ...
... night . The barking of Turk had robbed her of her sleep ; it was all owing to that wicked Turk . She said all this in a natural tone , and even carried her heroism so far as to smile when she spoke to the man who had mortally insulted ...
Pagina 42
... night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ; And , after they have shown their pride ...
... night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave ; And , after they have shown their pride ...
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Pagina 175 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Pagina 36 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Pagina 174 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Pagina 275 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Pagina 82 - How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger ! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come...
Pagina 206 - Edward, by the grace of God, king of England, lord of Ireland, and duke of Aquitaine, to all those that these present letters shall hear or see, greeting.
Pagina 82 - Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Pagina 95 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pagina 82 - Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Pagina 81 - From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...