Life on a Backwoods Farm: Or, The Boyhood of Reuben Rodney BlannerhassettJennings & Pye, 1894 - 258 páginas |
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... never regretted being born , and who have never thought of apologizing for the presumption of being in the 4 PREFACE .
... never regretted being born , and who have never thought of apologizing for the presumption of being in the 4 PREFACE .
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... never - ending supply of it in the manners and habits and lives of the common people . In the preparation of this work the author has felt as if he were hacking a narrow roadway through a vast forest . It may be the road will get the ...
... never - ending supply of it in the manners and habits and lives of the common people . In the preparation of this work the author has felt as if he were hacking a narrow roadway through a vast forest . It may be the road will get the ...
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... never to be effaced . That picture , finer than human artist could furnish for a mint of gold , is yours forever . You return to the valley , you cross the seas , you live half a century , but that mountain scene , sunshine and all ...
... never to be effaced . That picture , finer than human artist could furnish for a mint of gold , is yours forever . You return to the valley , you cross the seas , you live half a century , but that mountain scene , sunshine and all ...
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... never caught the aroma of such a field ! Did you ever taste the breath of a May morning as you waded in the grass till you were wet to your neck ? Were you ever in the open and fruitful fields at day- break in the summer - time , and to ...
... never caught the aroma of such a field ! Did you ever taste the breath of a May morning as you waded in the grass till you were wet to your neck ? Were you ever in the open and fruitful fields at day- break in the summer - time , and to ...
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... never comes indoors . It was never known to break a lock , or blow out a smudging night - lamp , or pull a blanket from the nose of a drowsy sleeper . Did you ever walk through the fields and pluck clover - blossoms for your mouth ; and ...
... never comes indoors . It was never known to break a lock , or blow out a smudging night - lamp , or pull a blanket from the nose of a drowsy sleeper . Did you ever walk through the fields and pluck clover - blossoms for your mouth ; and ...
Términos y frases comunes
animal beauty became Bertran birds black bass Blannerhassett breath Bruno cabin canal cattle caught chase child Croppie dead Delawares delirium tremens Dog and wolf Dorkey eagle Elenor Erie Canal Evansville face father fearful feeling feet fight fish gone grass ground hands Hazelgreen Heakle heart herds horse hour human hundred hunt hunter Indian Jack Hardy jack-oak Jimmy keep killed killed Uncle King Lear knew Lena limb living look mental miles mind moral morning mother mules Nancy nature Nemo never night old Jim opossum pipe of peace prairie pull road Rodney Shawnee side sight sort soul spirit stars stood stream tell things thought threw timber to-day tomahawk took trees turned venison Wakarusa walked whisky wigwam wild witches wolf woman woods young
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Página 239 - A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast. And wondering at her own. How reason reels . O, what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distressed!
Página 11 - Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs ; To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music, lest it should not find An echo in another's mind, While the touch of Nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart.
Página 108 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care...
Página 213 - Over wide and rushing rivers In his arms he bore the maiden ; Light he thought her as a feather, As the plume upon his head-gear; Cleared the tangled pathway for her, Bent aside the swaying branches, Made at night a lodge of branches, And a bed with boughs of hemlock, And a fire before the doorway With the dry cones of the pine-tree.
Página 213 - Pleasant was the journey homeward Through interminable forests, Over meadow, over mountain, Over river, hill, and hollow. Short it seemed to Hiawatha, Though they journeyed very slowly, Though his pace he checked and slackened To the steps of Laughing Water.
Página 69 - God abhorr'd, with violence rude to break The thread of life, ere half its length was run, And rob a wretched brother of his being. With joy Ambition saw, and soon improved The execrable deed.
Página 94 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Página 88 - My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Página 132 - The heavens declare the glory of God : and the firmament sheweth his handy work. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
Página 69 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.