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... line , and each has its legends that go back to the Indians . My grandfather's was located in a region evidently once a favorite haunt of the red man . Flints , even now , are plowed up nearly every year . Indeed , one field used to be ...
... line , and each has its legends that go back to the Indians . My grandfather's was located in a region evidently once a favorite haunt of the red man . Flints , even now , are plowed up nearly every year . Indeed , one field used to be ...
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... lines with Woodworth , and say , " How sweet from the green , mossy rim to receive it , As , poised on the curb , it inclined to my lips ! Not a full , blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it , The brightest that beauty or revelry ...
... lines with Woodworth , and say , " How sweet from the green , mossy rim to receive it , As , poised on the curb , it inclined to my lips ! Not a full , blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it , The brightest that beauty or revelry ...
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... lines , of " Homeborn happiness , Fireside employments , intimate delights , And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed retirement and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know . " The fire is especially cheerful in cold ...
... lines , of " Homeborn happiness , Fireside employments , intimate delights , And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed retirement and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know . " The fire is especially cheerful in cold ...
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... line , " The Yule - log sparkled keen with frost , " and gives this picture of the Christmas festivities , in " In Memoriam : " " Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth ; The silent snow possess'd the earth ...
... line , " The Yule - log sparkled keen with frost , " and gives this picture of the Christmas festivities , in " In Memoriam : " " Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth ; The silent snow possess'd the earth ...
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... lines written upon the old- fashioned fireplace of the forefathers , in this familiar picture , in his beautiful idyl " Snow - Bound : " " As night drew on , and , from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west , The sun , a snow ...
... lines written upon the old- fashioned fireplace of the forefathers , in this familiar picture , in his beautiful idyl " Snow - Bound : " " As night drew on , and , from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west , The sun , a snow ...
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Page 352 - Behold, we know not anything. I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Page 53 - Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup...
Page 56 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 359 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 352 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 52 - Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And gathering, at short notice, in one group The family dispersed, and fixing thought, Not less dispersed by day-light and its cares. I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts, that the lowly roof Of undisturbed retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
Page 359 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 61 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north-wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat...
Page 179 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her inclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Page 231 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.