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Page 88
It is one of the best likenesses , and altogether the best picture , of this
distinguished American statesman , that we have ever seen . Salt - WATER
BATHING . — Let every man , who would know the luxury of HEALTH ; firmly -
braced nerves ...
It is one of the best likenesses , and altogether the best picture , of this
distinguished American statesman , that we have ever seen . Salt - WATER
BATHING . — Let every man , who would know the luxury of HEALTH ; firmly -
braced nerves ...
Page 94
Why , the leisure of the yeoman is seen in his gait . It is seen in his appointments
of business . He rarely makes an engagement at a definite hour . And if you
reproach him for his want of punctuality , he will tell you coolly , it is always one ...
Why , the leisure of the yeoman is seen in his gait . It is seen in his appointments
of business . He rarely makes an engagement at a definite hour . And if you
reproach him for his want of punctuality , he will tell you coolly , it is always one ...
Page 104
... and through memory , my mother's influence still lingers in the best feelings of
my heart : and when I have seen a woman , old and wrinkled , in poverty and dirt ,
dishonored and degraded , a thought has stolen upon me : have been a mother ...
... and through memory , my mother's influence still lingers in the best feelings of
my heart : and when I have seen a woman , old and wrinkled , in poverty and dirt ,
dishonored and degraded , a thought has stolen upon me : have been a mother ...
Page 108
... when the pilgrim seemed to me to have been a contemporary of Abraham . I
had looked on that grave while my mother told the traditions , and dwelt upon the
virtues of that good old man . Often had I seen her by his mother's grave ; and
now ...
... when the pilgrim seemed to me to have been a contemporary of Abraham . I
had looked on that grave while my mother told the traditions , and dwelt upon the
virtues of that good old man . Often had I seen her by his mother's grave ; and
now ...
Page 111
Sometimes a solitary flat - boat might be seen drifting around the base of the
distant mountain ; or a hawk , on easy wing , sailing in his lofty circles . And there
would be all the magic of shadow and sunshine ; the woods inverted in the
margin ...
Sometimes a solitary flat - boat might be seen drifting around the base of the
distant mountain ; or a hawk , on easy wing , sailing in his lofty circles . And there
would be all the magic of shadow and sunshine ; the woods inverted in the
margin ...
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Page 419 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 419 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped...
Page 419 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 97 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Page 94 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home ; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion ; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught : then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Page 94 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...
Page 507 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Page 149 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Page 98 - ... with such an act, he turned up his eyes, and with difficulty perceived, at an immeasurable height, a flight of condors soaring in circles in a particular spot. Beneath...