A Story of Life on the IsthmusG.P. Putnam & Company, 1853 - 215 sivua |
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A Story of Life on the Isthmus (Classic Reprint) Joseph Warren Fabens Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2018 |
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Sivu 13 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium ' of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Sivu 29 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea: But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.
Sivu 200 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Sivu 91 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Sivu 193 - Jesus, and, quoting the words of our Saviour, " Suffer little children to come unto me...
Sivu 140 - ... single and direct intent to exterminate him wherever found. As the outer edge of settlements pressed deeper and deeper into the wilderness, and their herds and flocks — the chief wealth of these frontier farms— multiplied around them, they became a perpetual fountain of supply to these roving Indians. They rush down so suddenly upon their prey, and disappear with it so rapidly, that it requires an alert, light-armed, experienced woodsman, like themselves, to pursue them with any hope of success....
Sivu 74 - Falstaff's ragged regiment altogether in the shade. Such an array of all manners and sizes of animals, mounted by all ages, sexes and sizes of negroes, piled up to a most bewildering height, on and among such a promiscuous assemblage of blankets, babies, cooking utensils, and savage traps, in general, never were or could be held together on horseback by any beings on earth but themselves and their red brothers. The party began to break away and vanish into the little ravines that dip down to the...
Sivu 67 - Economy is the moral of the next. It is worth all the Tracts of the Cheap Repository ! — When I was a little boy, I lived by myself, All the bread and cheese I got, I put it on the shelf.
Sivu 73 - ... hills. We looked out in surprise, for there, emerging from the broken ground in a direction that we knew was untraversed by any but the wild and hostile Indians, came forth a long procession of horsemen. The sun flashed back from a mixed array of arms and barbaric gear, but as this unexpected army, which seemed to have dropped upon us from the skies, drew nearer it grew less formidable in apparent numbers, and opened upon us a more pacific aspect. Some reasonably well-mounted Indians circled...
Sivu 8 - But the reapers are wasted and pale. All wasted and worn with their wearisome toil, Still they pause not, that brave little band, Though soon their low pillows must be the strange soil, Of that distant and grave-dotted strand. For dangers uncounted are clustering there, The pestilence stalks uncontrolled, Strange poisons are borne on the soft languid air, And lurk in each leafs fragrant fold.