Jottings of a Year's Sojourn in the South: Or, First Impressions of the Country and Its People; with a Glimpse at School-teaching in that Southern Land, and Reminiscences of Distinguished MenReview and Herald Print, 1859 - 310 páginas |
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... heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; Nay , quickly speak to me , and let me hear Thy voice - my own affrights me with its echoes . " While here , the dead were brought in . The priest , the ceremony , the boys swinging ...
... heart . Give me thy hand , and let me hear thy voice ; Nay , quickly speak to me , and let me hear Thy voice - my own affrights me with its echoes . " While here , the dead were brought in . The priest , the ceremony , the boys swinging ...
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... heart of the sunny South , that I was twelve days ago when I left home . An old negro , whose hair was as silvery as the moon- light that fell upon it , took one of my trunks , and placing it on his head , told me to follow him and he'd ...
... heart of the sunny South , that I was twelve days ago when I left home . An old negro , whose hair was as silvery as the moon- light that fell upon it , took one of my trunks , and placing it on his head , told me to follow him and he'd ...
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... heart . She is an Arkansas lady , passed her early life at Little Rock , at a time when the Indian " border feuds " made it necessary for Government to keep military stations along the lines , one of which was at the capital of Arkansas ...
... heart . She is an Arkansas lady , passed her early life at Little Rock , at a time when the Indian " border feuds " made it necessary for Government to keep military stations along the lines , one of which was at the capital of Arkansas ...
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... heart . " Neither does he share his tent with him , nor part of his fare , but is oftener turned out shelterless , in the chilling blasts of a Southern winter , with nothing but his moiety of corn , and its dry leaves and " shucks ...
... heart . " Neither does he share his tent with him , nor part of his fare , but is oftener turned out shelterless , in the chilling blasts of a Southern winter , with nothing but his moiety of corn , and its dry leaves and " shucks ...
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... heart ; But when o'er the trav'ler's weary bed , Doth sleep , in vain , her poppies shed , Then list the grief - the groans — the sighs That flood with manly tears his eyes . " We deserve the pillory for having mentioned this , be ...
... heart ; But when o'er the trav'ler's weary bed , Doth sleep , in vain , her poppies shed , Then list the grief - the groans — the sighs That flood with manly tears his eyes . " We deserve the pillory for having mentioned this , be ...
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Aaron Burr asked banks Battle Creek beautiful bluffs boat Burr cabins called carriage charm chat chivalry clime Colonel McClung cotton COWLES MEAD enjoy eyes feet flowers forest gate gentleman give green ground halloo head heard homo genus horse HUGH MILLER land leaves looked Major W.'s Michigan Mike Mike Fink miles Miss Mississippi morning Nashville Military Academy negro never night North Northern Orleans overseer passed plantation plantation-house planter planter's wife pleasant porch Prentiss residence rich Ridge House riding river road rode saddle Satartia says scene school-house seated servant shade side sight sitting soon South Southern ladies Southron steamer stream teacher tell thing thought tion told town trees true valley Vicksburgh walk Willow Dale winter woods word Yankee Yazoo Yazoo City Yazoo river young lady
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Página 294 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 173 - As bees In spring time, when the sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters : they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubb'd with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs : so thick the aery crowd Swarm'd and were straiten'd; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Página 269 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Página 275 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed, and wanted most ; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, — They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Página 132 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Página 55 - His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Página 16 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 55 - It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters, so that, though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out; an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eel-pot.
Página 179 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
Página 16 - By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.