Atkinson's Casket, Nide 8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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... tree ; my great difficulty , at first , was to know how high I should make it ; the height of the tree was too great , so I pro- portioned it to my own height . Those long arcades were imagined from a row of trees ; and this dome above ...
... tree ; my great difficulty , at first , was to know how high I should make it ; the height of the tree was too great , so I pro- portioned it to my own height . Those long arcades were imagined from a row of trees ; and this dome above ...
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... Tree , the 553 Mount Etna , with engravings , 193 Moravian Indians , the , 196 H Midnight Scene , a 218 86 Michigan , view of 223 89 Mind , original Laws of 258 Mauch Chunk , 280 145 Mariner's Compass , 281 Mats , 311 312 361 de , Paris ...
... Tree , the 553 Mount Etna , with engravings , 193 Moravian Indians , the , 196 H Midnight Scene , a 218 86 Michigan , view of 223 89 Mind , original Laws of 258 Mauch Chunk , 280 145 Mariner's Compass , 281 Mats , 311 312 361 de , Paris ...
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... Tree , largest in the World , 263 True Story , a 264 Turkey , sketches of 353 76 5 Byron , Lady , reply to Lord Byron's Farewell , 465 82 84 119 Come Gentle Sleep , 271 Thought , a precious 330 Tortoise , catching them in Cuba , 561 164 ...
... Tree , largest in the World , 263 True Story , a 264 Turkey , sketches of 353 76 5 Byron , Lady , reply to Lord Byron's Farewell , 465 82 84 119 Come Gentle Sleep , 271 Thought , a precious 330 Tortoise , catching them in Cuba , 561 164 ...
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... Tree , 140 Lines to Religion , 314 Sunset at Rome , 56 Legend of the Lake , Lament of Canova , Lusus Naturæ , Lines , Lines Extempore , 338 Stanzas , 75 410 Song of the Corsair , 101 6. Farewell to My Dear Native Hills , ་ 188 461 ...
... Tree , 140 Lines to Religion , 314 Sunset at Rome , 56 Legend of the Lake , Lament of Canova , Lusus Naturæ , Lines , Lines Extempore , 338 Stanzas , 75 410 Song of the Corsair , 101 6. Farewell to My Dear Native Hills , ་ 188 461 ...
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... trees quaked too , at the things he spoke For they knew that the " knee of the knotted oak " Must bend , ere the vow ... tree , Thought wafts me , where his sacred head Sweat drops of agony . O ! awful , silent , sacred spot , Did nature ...
... trees quaked too , at the things he spoke For they knew that the " knee of the knotted oak " Must bend , ere the vow ... tree , Thought wafts me , where his sacred head Sweat drops of agony . O ! awful , silent , sacred spot , Did nature ...
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.