The Token: A Christmas and New Year's Present, Volume 1Samuel Griswold Goodrich Gray and Bowem, 1831 - 350 pages |
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... expression but that of calm and haughty defiance on his brow . ' Oh ! how sadly did that morning dawn ! My poor mother had received a shock that finished what dis- ease had left undone . There was no one with us but the aged domestic ...
... expression but that of calm and haughty defiance on his brow . ' Oh ! how sadly did that morning dawn ! My poor mother had received a shock that finished what dis- ease had left undone . There was no one with us but the aged domestic ...
Page 81
... expression . She seemed to recover the conscious- ness of existence , and we welcomed her as one returning from the dead . She slowly recovered so far as to walk with my support to some of the houses on the island . All seemed delighted ...
... expression . She seemed to recover the conscious- ness of existence , and we welcomed her as one returning from the dead . She slowly recovered so far as to walk with my support to some of the houses on the island . All seemed delighted ...
Page 82
... expression . I con gratulated her on her restoration . ' Do not deceive yourself , ' she said ; ' you know we are a fated family ; but let me for the last time listen to the voice of prayer . ' I prayed as she desired , and before I had ...
... expression . I con gratulated her on her restoration . ' Do not deceive yourself , ' she said ; ' you know we are a fated family ; but let me for the last time listen to the voice of prayer . ' I prayed as she desired , and before I had ...
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... expression of countenance and a frame shaking with emotion , he started from the bench , and stood trembling before me . Though convinced that he was a criminal , I could not help pitying him from the forlorn appearance he now exhibited ...
... expression of countenance and a frame shaking with emotion , he started from the bench , and stood trembling before me . Though convinced that he was a criminal , I could not help pitying him from the forlorn appearance he now exhibited ...
Page 126
... expression , had long since ceas- ed to act , stood in one corner . A mouldy plaster bust of some unknown worthy , a few bottles of pickled , and one or two dried specimens of morbid anatomy , a small chest of drawers , a table , and a ...
... expression , had long since ceas- ed to act , stood in one corner . A mouldy plaster bust of some unknown worthy , a few bottles of pickled , and one or two dried specimens of morbid anatomy , a small chest of drawers , a table , and a ...
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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.