Sketches from a Student's WindowW.D. Ticknor, 1841 - 311 pages |
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... morning , when the faculties are fresh , the fancy pure , and all nature robed in dew and chiming with the music of birds , and bees , and waterfalls . ― It is something to have enjoyed life , even if that en- joyment may not come again ...
... morning , when the faculties are fresh , the fancy pure , and all nature robed in dew and chiming with the music of birds , and bees , and waterfalls . ― It is something to have enjoyed life , even if that en- joyment may not come again ...
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... morning over- ture of the birds had passed , for it was now near ten o'clock . The mournful metallic note of the wood- thrush was perchance faintly heard at intervals - the cooing of a pigeon , the amorous wooings of the high- hole ...
... morning over- ture of the birds had passed , for it was now near ten o'clock . The mournful metallic note of the wood- thrush was perchance faintly heard at intervals - the cooing of a pigeon , the amorous wooings of the high- hole ...
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... the present discourse . At all events , when Mr. Duck was about three - and - twenty , he was understood by the people in those parts to be a candi- date for a horse . It was about five o'clock of a summer morning , 46 A HORSE AND A WIFE .
... the present discourse . At all events , when Mr. Duck was about three - and - twenty , he was understood by the people in those parts to be a candi- date for a horse . It was about five o'clock of a summer morning , 46 A HORSE AND A WIFE .
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Samuel Griswold Goodrich. It was about five o'clock of a summer morning , that Mr. Hony , a horse - dealer , introduced himself to the hero of this narrative , saying that he had horses to sell , and he understood that Mr. Duck wanted to ...
Samuel Griswold Goodrich. It was about five o'clock of a summer morning , that Mr. Hony , a horse - dealer , introduced himself to the hero of this narrative , saying that he had horses to sell , and he understood that Mr. Duck wanted to ...
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... morning , the scene around was wrapped in a mantle of the purest snow . This had fallen during the night ; and , as the air had been still , it was of a uniform depth . Not a foot - print , as yet , had broken its surface ; for the ...
... morning , the scene around was wrapped in a mantle of the purest snow . This had fallen during the night ; and , as the air had been still , it was of a uniform depth . Not a foot - print , as yet , had broken its surface ; for the ...
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Page 220 - When every worldly maxim arrayed itself against him ; when blasted in fortune, and disgrace and danger darkened around his name, she loved him the more ardently for his very sufferings. If, then, his fate could awaken the sympathy even of his foes, what must have been the agony of her...
Page 220 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME OH! breathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 220 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 154 - My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse the April showers ; My cradle was a fountain, O'er-curtained by wild flowers.
Page 17 - If they danced — be it known — 'twas not in the clime Of your Mathers and Hookers, where laughter was crime ; Where sentinel virtue kept guard o'er the lip, Though witchcraft stole into the heart by a slip.
Page 16 - Ere the Old world yet had found the New, The fairies oft in their frolics flew, To the fragrant isles of the Caribbee — Bright bosom gems of a golden sea. Too dark was the film of the Indian's eye, These gossamer sprites to suspect or spy, — So they danced 'mid the spicy groves unseen, And...
Page 159 - what I thought my duty. I can ask pardon of my God, and my king ; but it would be hypocrisy to ask forgiveness of these men for an action which I should repeat, were I placed again in similar circumstances. " ' No ! ask me not to sign that petition. If what you call the cause of American freedom requires the blood of an honest man for a conscientious discharge of what he deemed his duty, let me be its victim.
Page 90 - BOUCHER. Of prejudice it has been truly said, that it has the singular ability of accommodating itself to all the possible varieties of the human mind. Some passions and vices are but thinly scattered among mankind, and find only here and there a fitness of reception. But prejudice, like the spider, makes everywhere its home.
Page 90 - There is scarcely a situation, except fire and water, in which a spider will not live. So let the mind be as naked as the walls of an empty and forsaken tenement, gloomy as a dungeon, or ornamented with the richest abilities of thinking ; let it be hot, cold, dark or light, lonely or inhabited, still prejudice, if undisturbed, will fill it with cobwebs, and live like the spider, where there seems nothing to live on. If the one prepares her food by poisoning it to her palate and her use, the other...
Page 196 - ... few problems arising in such practice which cannot be solved by simple arithmetic or algebraic processes. If to these we add graphic methods, not requiring analytical skill, we have all that is necessary for the handling of quite difficult questions. The rule of three even is a very satisfactory tool in the hands of one who knows how to use it, and a large part of physics at least can be taught to one having nothing but the rule of three on which to depend. There are many successful engineers...