Stanley: Or, Playing for Amusement and Betting to Count the Game: Scenes in the Southauthor, 1860 - 320 páginas |
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Stanley, Or Playing for Amusement, and Betting to Count the Game: Scenes in ... Demosthenes Walker Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alice St answer anxious arms asked attention beautiful Betsy better betting to count Bluff City boat called cards child Cloud Corbin count the game daughter dear desire dollars Don John dress drink Duke Duke's excuse eyes face father fear feel felt fond Frank Vaughan gave gentlemen girls give Hamilton hand happy head heart Hermit Honor hope husband innocent Isaacs James Blunt knew leave look Louisiana marry matter mind moral morning mother negro never Nickols night occasion Orleans pain party passed peremptory challenge Piper plantation playing for amusement pleasure ready river Robert Robert Hamilton silence skiff society soon spree stand sweet sweet Alice talk tell thing thought took town turned voice walked watch wife young ladies
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Página 30 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up: it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Página 117 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!
Página 182 - For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
Página 142 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Página 106 - A boding silence reigns, Dread through the dun expanse; save the dull sound That from the mountain, previous to the storm, Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood, And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. Prone, to the lowest vale, the' aerial tribes Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce Dares wing the dubious dusk.
Página 210 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Página 193 - Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Página 119 - But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Página 79 - Perhaps* some doctor, of tremendous paunch, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, Outlives them all : and from his buried flock Retiring, full of rumination sad, Laments the weakness of these latter times.
Página 221 - tis ever thus With noble minds, if chance they slide to folly ; Remorse stings deeper, and relentless conscience Pours more of gall into the bitter cup Of their severe repentance.