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Página 81
... turned from office , was that his prospect for an alliance with an amiable and intelligent young lady would be retarded for some time , if not altogether . He waited on Elizabeth Tompkins the afternoon of his discharge from office , and ...
... turned from office , was that his prospect for an alliance with an amiable and intelligent young lady would be retarded for some time , if not altogether . He waited on Elizabeth Tompkins the afternoon of his discharge from office , and ...
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... an unusual calmness , and occasion- ally I could perceive that his eyes were turned upward to the heavens , as though he were apostrophising the beautiful WYLIE WOODWARD . 87 host that rode dazzlingly along , 86 WYLIE WOODWARD .
... an unusual calmness , and occasion- ally I could perceive that his eyes were turned upward to the heavens , as though he were apostrophising the beautiful WYLIE WOODWARD . 87 host that rode dazzlingly along , 86 WYLIE WOODWARD .
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... turned the free water course into another channel that their grounds might be fertilized and the Indian's barren ? The Peytons , the Peytons ! Woodward , I am the last of my race ! In vain do I stand by the waters and send forth my ...
... turned the free water course into another channel that their grounds might be fertilized and the Indian's barren ? The Peytons , the Peytons ! Woodward , I am the last of my race ! In vain do I stand by the waters and send forth my ...
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... turning to the crowd . " I insist now on an investiga- tion . Oh ! Peyton , Peyton , " cried he , embracing the stiffened corpse , " how have I loved thee , my best friend , my more than brother ; ' would to God I had died for thee ...
... turning to the crowd . " I insist now on an investiga- tion . Oh ! Peyton , Peyton , " cried he , embracing the stiffened corpse , " how have I loved thee , my best friend , my more than brother ; ' would to God I had died for thee ...
Página 96
... in the murder . I turned to Duncan . " Duncan , " said I , " it is very strange that you should lend both your knife and gloves to Peyton on this par- WYLIE WOODWARD . 97 ticular night . " The countenance 96 WYLIE WOODWARD .
... in the murder . I turned to Duncan . " Duncan , " said I , " it is very strange that you should lend both your knife and gloves to Peyton on this par- WYLIE WOODWARD . 97 ticular night . " The countenance 96 WYLIE WOODWARD .
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angel beam beautiful Belshazzar BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST blue bosom bright bright eye BROKEN-HEARTED brow burst charm cheek choly cold courser dark dear death doth dream Duncan dying earth Edwin farewell father feel fell finger fire flowers Forget thee gaze gleam glowing grave happy harp hath heart heaven hill hour Indian lady light lips look Louisa lov'd loveliness lyre maid Mary Loftin melan moon mother mournful neath never night numbers o'er pale Peyton Poland Powhatan racter Richmond rills savage scene shed shriek sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spot stars stings of conscience sweet swell tear tear-drops tell There's thine thou thrilling told Tom Moore voice Vortel wander wave ween weeping wigwam wild wildly William Woodward winds WYLIE WOODWARD yonder young
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Página 47 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Página 131 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 105 - Have I not had to wrestle with my lot ? Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven, Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away, And only not to desperation driven, Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those whom I survey...
Página 41 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Página 121 - The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses Her dark flowing hair for some festival day, Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses, She mournfully turns from the mirror away.
Página 15 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Página 121 - Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.
Página 34 - ... constituting what are called the falls ; the same river, at the lower end of the town, bending at right angles to the south, and winding reluctantly off for many miles in that direction ! its polished surface caught here...
Página 167 - What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Página 119 - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IP that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears...