The Token: A Christmas and New Year's Present, Volume 1Samuel Griswold Goodrich Gray and Bowem, 1831 - 350 pages |
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... Johnny Vanderbocker , a neat , square built Dutch lad , who was a great favorite among the ladies of that place , a few years back . The reason of his popularity with the fair , I could never exactly learn ; for he was the most uncomely ...
... Johnny Vanderbocker , a neat , square built Dutch lad , who was a great favorite among the ladies of that place , a few years back . The reason of his popularity with the fair , I could never exactly learn ; for he was the most uncomely ...
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... , and profitable employment . Johnny was now a regular and an acceptable visiter at all the tea parties , quiltings , and house raisings , in and around the town , and never did any human being fill a station with more pro- 220 THE TOKEN .
... , and profitable employment . Johnny was now a regular and an acceptable visiter at all the tea parties , quiltings , and house raisings , in and around the town , and never did any human being fill a station with more pro- 220 THE TOKEN .
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... Johnny a smart jog , and off he went again like a machine set in motion . When refresh- ments were brought him , he poured into the vast crater which performed the functions of a mouth , whatever was offered , and more than once has he ...
... Johnny a smart jog , and off he went again like a machine set in motion . When refresh- ments were brought him , he poured into the vast crater which performed the functions of a mouth , whatever was offered , and more than once has he ...
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... Johnny was fiddling at a neighbouring fair . The news startled our hero like the snapping of a fiddle - string . He returned with a heavy heart to his paternal mansion , and retired to rest somewhat consoled by the reflection , that ...
... Johnny was fiddling at a neighbouring fair . The news startled our hero like the snapping of a fiddle - string . He returned with a heavy heart to his paternal mansion , and retired to rest somewhat consoled by the reflection , that ...
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... Johnny , who , in those golden and joyous days when he had nothing to do but to sleep and eat and play the fiddle , never dreamt of the silken fetter . But when care and trouble , and leather bags , and silver dollars , and black ...
... Johnny , who , in those golden and joyous days when he had nothing to do but to sleep and eat and play the fiddle , never dreamt of the silken fetter . But when care and trouble , and leather bags , and silver dollars , and black ...
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Page 32 - I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
Page 35 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since, their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage: their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves play.
Page 188 - Albeit thou dost not see my face the while. Yes — thou canst hear — and He Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, To the attentive ear like harps hath strung Heaven, and earth, and sea ! And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow ! 1.
Page 43 - ... inhabitants! The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry, hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself. But none of these things are possible ; and if I would know the interior of brick walls, or the mystery of human bosoms, I can but guess.
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Page 140 - Tis midnight — all is peace profound ! But, lo ! upon the murmuring ground, The lonely, swelling, hurrying sound Of distant wheels is heard ! They come — they pause a moment — when.
Page 246 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 33 - ... oft: Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor moment can suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life...
Page 41 - O that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed, nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye, and appears only a deepened shade of nothingness ! And yet I shiver at that cold and solitary thought.