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... Sleepy Hollow . By GEOFFREY CRAY- ON , Gent . , 353 404 277 Spirit Witnesses in Nature , 411 377 Spring - Time . By W. G. SIMMS , Esq . , 427 528 Sketches of a Trip to Lake Superior , 428 May - Day in Savannah , N. 542 Sparks ' American ...
... Sleepy Hollow . By GEOFFREY CRAY- ON , Gent . , 353 404 277 Spirit Witnesses in Nature , 411 377 Spring - Time . By W. G. SIMMS , Esq . , 427 528 Sketches of a Trip to Lake Superior , 428 May - Day in Savannah , N. 542 Sparks ' American ...
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... Sleepy Hollow . He had come there in the course of his researches among the Dutch neigh- borhoods for materials for his immortal history . For this purpose , he was ransacking the archives of one of the most ancient and his- torical ...
... Sleepy Hollow . He had come there in the course of his researches among the Dutch neigh- borhoods for materials for his immortal history . For this purpose , he was ransacking the archives of one of the most ancient and his- torical ...
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... Sleepy Hollow . I was present at many of his conferences with the good old Dutch burghers and their wives , from whom he derived many of those marvellous facts not laid down in books or records , and which give such superior value and ...
... Sleepy Hollow . I was present at many of his conferences with the good old Dutch burghers and their wives , from whom he derived many of those marvellous facts not laid down in books or records , and which give such superior value and ...
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... Sleepy Hollow . Often , in secluded and quiet parts of that valley , where the stream is overhung by dark woods and rocks , the plough- man , on some calm and sunny day , as he shouts to his oxen , is sur- prised at hearing faint shouts ...
... Sleepy Hollow . Often , in secluded and quiet parts of that valley , where the stream is overhung by dark woods and rocks , the plough- man , on some calm and sunny day , as he shouts to his oxen , is sur- prised at hearing faint shouts ...
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... Sleepy Hollow . Often , in secluded and quiet parts of that valley , where the stream is overhung by dark woods and rocks , the plough- man , on some calm and sunny day , as he shouts to his oxen , is sur- prised at hearing faint shouts ...
... Sleepy Hollow . Often , in secluded and quiet parts of that valley , where the stream is overhung by dark woods and rocks , the plough- man , on some calm and sunny day , as he shouts to his oxen , is sur- prised at hearing faint shouts ...
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Página 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Página 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Página 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Página 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 414 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Página 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Página 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Página 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Página 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Página 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...