The Sparrowgrass Papers; Or, Living in the CountryJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1869 - 328 páginas |
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... Pond - Skaters - Our horse gets into business and is launched upon an ice island -- A Derrick - The result thereof . - PAGE 225 . CHAPTER XVII . The great Snow - storm - A quotation from Samuel - Recollections of Town - What we then ...
... Pond - Skaters - Our horse gets into business and is launched upon an ice island -- A Derrick - The result thereof . - PAGE 225 . CHAPTER XVII . The great Snow - storm - A quotation from Samuel - Recollections of Town - What we then ...
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... ponds of that celebrated stream . Here we are within the enchanted ground , and the shadow of the great " Katrina Van Courtland , with one foot resting on Spiting Devil Creek , and the other on the Croton River , " is over us . It is ...
... ponds of that celebrated stream . Here we are within the enchanted ground , and the shadow of the great " Katrina Van Courtland , with one foot resting on Spiting Devil Creek , and the other on the Croton River , " is over us . It is ...
Página 66
... pond , with its navy of white , topsail ducks - the Spanish chestnut that stood on the bank - the splen- did tulip - trees in the ravine back of the Roost- Gentleman Dick in the stable - the well - worn tiles in the hall , the Stadt ...
... pond , with its navy of white , topsail ducks - the Spanish chestnut that stood on the bank - the splen- did tulip - trees in the ravine back of the Roost- Gentleman Dick in the stable - the well - worn tiles in the hall , the Stadt ...
Página 67
... ponds , but a legended stream , that “ winds , for many miles , through a lovely val- . ley , shrouded by groves , and dotted by Dutch farm- houses , and empties itself into the Hudson , at the ancient Dorp of Yonkers ! " " The ...
... ponds , but a legended stream , that “ winds , for many miles , through a lovely val- . ley , shrouded by groves , and dotted by Dutch farm- houses , and empties itself into the Hudson , at the ancient Dorp of Yonkers ! " " The ...
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... pond . When these are recorded , in a fu- ture Wolfert's Roost , then will the passenger , by loitering steamboat , or flying train , draw a long breath as he passes our village , and say , " there ! look ! behold ! the ancient Dorp of ...
... pond . When these are recorded , in a fu- ture Wolfert's Roost , then will the passenger , by loitering steamboat , or flying train , draw a long breath as he passes our village , and say , " there ! look ! behold ! the ancient Dorp of ...
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Adolphus Algonquin asked Augusta beach beautiful bill of lading birds Bloomingdale blue boat Broome county cantelopes CAPTAIN BELGRAVE Captain Davis Carrier Pigeon clouds dear door dress dumb waiter eyes face feel feet fire fyke garden GODIVA grass hand head hear heard heart Honiton horse Iroquois keep lady Lasciver LEGEND legs living look maize Mewker mind morning neighbor Nepperhan never night Oakery old Dockweed once packet ship Palisades pleasant pond pretty Quaker rain replied ride river road rocks rooster rose rowgrass Santa Claus seemed shadow side sing smile snow Spar Sparrow Sparrowgrass Spec and Shat stable stone stood story Sumach summer sweet tell thing thought told took town trees turned Ultramarine village wagon walked wigwams window winter wonderful Yonkers young
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Página 83 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Página 119 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Página 159 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Página 35 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 67 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Página 38 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils...
Página 197 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
Página 246 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Página 141 - I was a child. A thing remarkable in my childhood was, that once going to a neighbour's house, I saw on the way, a robin sitting on her nest, and as I came near she went off, but, having young ones, flew about and with many cries expressed her concern for them. I stood and threw stones at her, till one striking her, she fell down dead...
Página 59 - Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood ! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love, and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, With sunset and its gorgeous ministers, And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood, And winter robing with pure snow and crowns Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs...