Atkinson's Casket, Volumen8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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... never see or hear of the like again . The Her eyes , full of awful expression - of superna- sudden shock almost drove me out of iny senses . tural lustre , were fixed with a petrifying stare , I leaped from my chair with consternation ...
... never see or hear of the like again . The Her eyes , full of awful expression - of superna- sudden shock almost drove me out of iny senses . tural lustre , were fixed with a petrifying stare , I leaped from my chair with consternation ...
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... never heard of it , if she had . " " Had she generally a horror of thunder and lightning ? " " Oh - quite the contrary ! she felt a sort of ec- stacy on such occasions , and has written some beautiful verses during their continuance ...
... never heard of it , if she had . " " Had she generally a horror of thunder and lightning ? " " Oh - quite the contrary ! she felt a sort of ec- stacy on such occasions , and has written some beautiful verses during their continuance ...
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... never expe- rienced any thing of the kind . As the memorable evening advanced , the agi- tation of all who were acquainted with , or inte- rested in the approaching ceremony , increased . Mrs. P. I need hardly say , embraced the ...
... never expe- rienced any thing of the kind . As the memorable evening advanced , the agi- tation of all who were acquainted with , or inte- rested in the approaching ceremony , increased . Mrs. P. I need hardly say , embraced the ...
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... never , never come , Frae that land beyond the sea , For the very hills wad miss ye , Gin ye should come to me ; Yet I'd gie ' up every hope , Every glittering thought o ' fame , But to be wi ' ye my shepherd , " When the Kye comes hame ...
... never , never come , Frae that land beyond the sea , For the very hills wad miss ye , Gin ye should come to me ; Yet I'd gie ' up every hope , Every glittering thought o ' fame , But to be wi ' ye my shepherd , " When the Kye comes hame ...
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... never sold , for paltry gold , Earth where our dead repose ; For paltry gold , we've never sold The lov'd land of our birth ; Our grain they waste , where the hut was plac'd Remains the roofless hearth . Arm warriors for the fearful ...
... never sold , for paltry gold , Earth where our dead repose ; For paltry gold , we've never sold The lov'd land of our birth ; Our grain they waste , where the hut was plac'd Remains the roofless hearth . Arm warriors for the fearful ...
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Página 26 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 26 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 12 - While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying to him, Thy daughter is dead; trouble not the Master. 50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.
Página 437 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Página 12 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept, and bewailed her : but he said, " Weep not ; she is not dead, but sleepeth.
Página 72 - An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Boldly, by battery, besieged Belgrade ; Cossack commanders cannonading come — Dealing destruction's devastating doom ; Every endeavor, engineers essay, For fame, for fortune — fighting furious fray : — Generals 'gainst generals grapple — gracious God ! How honors Heaven, heroic hardihood...
Página 437 - And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o
Página 44 - ... have only one set of ideas, and one set of words to clothe them in; and these are always ready at the mouth : so people come faster out of a church when it is almost empty, than when a crowd is at the door.
Página 407 - Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Página 407 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile : The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale. The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain , A new creation rescued from his reign.