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... head something like a turban , with one end hanging down beside his ear ; he held a long rifle in his hand , and looked like a wild Arab on the prowl . Our loqua- cious and ever - meddling little Frenchman called out to him in his ...
... head something like a turban , with one end hanging down beside his ear ; he held a long rifle in his hand , and looked like a wild Arab on the prowl . Our loqua- cious and ever - meddling little Frenchman called out to him in his ...
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... heads were bare ; their hair was cropped close , excepting a bristling ridge on the top , like the crest of a helmet , with a long scalp lock hanging behind . They had fine Roman counte nances , and broad deep chests ; and , as they ...
... heads were bare ; their hair was cropped close , excepting a bristling ridge on the top , like the crest of a helmet , with a long scalp lock hanging behind . They had fine Roman counte nances , and broad deep chests ; and , as they ...
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... heads . Beside these , there was a sprinkling of trappers , hunters , half - breeds , creoles , negroes of every hue ... head cocked on one side , and one ear erect , was watching , with that curiosity common to little dogs , the process ...
... heads . Beside these , there was a sprinkling of trappers , hunters , half - breeds , creoles , negroes of every hue ... head cocked on one side , and one ear erect , was watching , with that curiosity common to little dogs , the process ...
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... head , surmounted with a tuft of black feathers like a cock's tail . Another had a white handkerchief , with red feathers ; while a third , for want of a plume , had stuck in his turban a brilliant bunch of sumach . On the verge of the ...
... head , surmounted with a tuft of black feathers like a cock's tail . Another had a white handkerchief , with red feathers ; while a third , for want of a plume , had stuck in his turban a brilliant bunch of sumach . On the verge of the ...
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... heads , and our half - breed , Beatte , predicted all kinds of trouble to them ; my only hope was , that they would soon meet with perplexities enough to cool the impetuosity of the young Count , and induce him to rejoin us . With this ...
... heads , and our half - breed , Beatte , predicted all kinds of trouble to them ; my only hope was , that they would soon meet with perplexities enough to cool the impetuosity of the young Count , and induce him to rejoin us . With this ...
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Abbey Abbotsford ancient animal Annesley Hall Arkansas banks Beatte beautiful beheld border buffalo camp Captain chase Chaworth Colonel Wildman companions course cross Cross Timber deep deer distance encampment fancy favorite feelings fire forest Fort Gibson friars frontier gallop gave gazed grazing ground grove half-breeds head heard heart herbage hill horseback hunting Indian Joe Murray Johnny Bower kind length little Frenchman Little White Lady looked Lord Byron mansion Melrose Abbey miles morning mounted neighborhood neighboring Newstead Newstead Abbey night old Ryan once Osage Agency pack-horses party passed Pawnees poor prairies ramble rangers ravine ride rifle river Robin Hood ruins saddle scene Scott seemed seen shot side sight skirts soon spirit steed stood story stream thickets Thomas the Rhymer Tonish took track trees troop turned valley walk wandered wild horse wood young Count
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Página 327 - That in the antique oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced — and then it faded as it came...
Página 319 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. I...
Página 314 - He had no breath, no being, but in hers ; She was his voice ; he did not speak to her...
Página 45 - ... bee-tree ; and, being curious to witness the sport, I gladly accepted an invitation to accompany them. The party was headed by a veteran bee-hunter, a tall, lank fellow in homespun garb that hung loosely about his limbs, and a straw hat shaped not unlike a bee-hive. A comrade, equally uncouth in garb, and without a hat, straddled along at his heels, with a long rifle on his shoulder. To these succeeded half a dozen others, some with axes and some with rifles; for no one stirs far from the camp...
Página 155 - ... there is something inexpressibly lonely in the solitude of a prairie. The loneliness of a forest seems nothing to it. There the view is shut in by trees, and the imagination is left free to picture some livelier scene beyond. But here we have an immense extent of landscape without a sign of human existence. We have the consciousness of being far, far beyond the bounds of human habitation ; we feel as if moving in the midst of a desert world.
Página 314 - To live within himself ; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all...
Página 327 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Página 239 - Thus, while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charmed me yet a child, Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time ; And feelings, roused in life's first day, (}low in the line, and prompt the lay.
Página 276 - Symmetrical, but deck'd with carvings quaint — Strange faces, like to men in masquerade, And here perhaps a monster, there a saint: The spring gush'd through grim mouths of granite made, And sparkled into basins, where it spent Its little torrent in a thousand bubbles, Like man's vain glory, and his vainer troubles.
Página 326 - They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others