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The American Lounger: Or, Tales, Sketches, and Legends, Gathered in Sundry ...
Joseph Holt Ingraham
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 249 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd. Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Página 85 - ... become Colonel Henry Carroll of the revolutionary army. One evening, having just returned home after a hard campaign, he was sitting with his family on the gallery of his handsome country-house, when an advance courier rode up and announced the approach of General Washington and suite, informing that he should crave his hospitality for the night.
Página 83 - ... competitor an imploring glance. Placing his coat in the hands of one of the judges, he drew a sash he wore beneath it tighter around his waist, and taking the appointed stand, made, apparently without effort, the bound that was to decide the happiness or misery of Henry and Annette.
Página 59 - Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, And thy wings are dyed with a deadly stain — Thou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye; Thou hast scorned our dread decree, And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high.
Página 28 - ... the light of heaven and my own gaze ! I could see through the spaces, directly down into the room, as distinctly as if there was no obstruction ! This I give as a hint to all concerned, who have revolving leaves to their Venetian blinds. Attic gentlemen are much edified thereby ! The next moment he was...
Página 81 - The arena allotted for this hymeneal contest was a level space in front of the village inn, and near the centre of a grass plat, reserved in the midst of the village, denominated the
Página 82 - ... who had rode up to the inn, dismounted and joined the spectators, unperceived, while the contest was going on, stepped suddenly forward, and with a " knowing eye," measured deliberately the space accomplished by the last leaper. He was a stranger in the village. His handsome face and easy address attracted...
Página 82 - Charley Simms was the cleverest fellow in the world. His mother had advised him to stay at home, and told him if he ever won a wife, she would fall in love with his good temper, rather than his legs. Charley, however, made the trial of the latter's capabilities and lost. Many refused to enter the lists altogether. Others made the trial, and only one of the leapers had yet cleared twenty feet. " Now," cried the villagers,
Página 82 - let 's see Henry Carroll. He ought to beat this," and even- one appeared, as they called to mind the mutual love of the last competitor and the sweet Annette, as if they heartily wished his success. Henry stepped to his post with a firm tread. His eye glanced with confidence around upon the villagers and rested, before he bounded forward, upon the face of Annette, as if to catch therefrom that spirit and assurance which the occasion called for. Returning the encouraging glance with which she met...
Página 19 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.