Sketches of Life and LandscapeG.P. Putnam, 1849 - 134 halaman |
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Halaman 47 - Angel, said he sadly, I am old. By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat the hoary pilgrim, sadly musing ; Still I marked him sitting there alone, All the landscape, like a page, perusing; Poor, unknown ! By the wayside, on a mossy stone.
Halaman 50 - Where we worshipped in the days of yore, , Ere the garden of my heart was blighted To the core! I have come to see that grave once more. "Angel," said he sadly, "I am old; , . Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow, Now, why I sit here thou hast been told." In his eye another pearl of sorrow, Down it rolled! '"Angel," said he sadly,
Halaman 50 - All the picture now to me how dear ! "Old stone school-house! — it is still the same; There's the very step I so oft mounted; There's the window creaking in its frame, And the notches that I cut and counted For the game. •Old stone school-house, it is still the same.
Halaman 49 - Ah ! to me her name was always Heaven ! She besought him all his grief to tell: (I was then thirteen, and she eleven,) Isabel ! One sweet spirit broke the silent spell. Angel...
Halaman 54 - Angel, said he sadly, I am old. I have tottered here to look once more On the pleasant scene where I delighted In the careless, happy days of yore, Ere the garden of my heart was blighted To the core...
Halaman 28 - Tis winter, yet there is no sound Along the air, Of winds upon their battle-ground, But gently there, The snow is falling, — all around How fair — how fair!
Halaman 52 - Oft the aisle of that old church we trod, Guided thither by an angel mother, Now she sleeps beneath its sacred sod, Sire and sisters, and my little brother ; Gone to God ! Oft the aisle of that old church we trod...
Halaman 48 - Its grave import still my fancy ladens . " Here's a fool ! " It was Summer, and we went to school. When the stranger seemed to mark our play, Some of us were joyous, some sad-hearted. I remember well, too well, that day ! Oftentimes the tears unbidden started, Would not stay, When the stranger seemed to mark our play. One sweet spirit broke the silent spell...
Halaman 41 - I'll sell it, whatsoe'er it bring; — The World at auction here to-day 1 It is a glorious thing to see ; Ah, it has cheated me so sore ! It is not what it seems to be : For sale...
Halaman 51 - Those two gateway sycamores you see Then were planted just so far asunder That long well-pole from the path to free, And the wagon to pass safely under : Ninety-three ! Those two gateway sycamores you see. There's the orchard where we used to climb When my mates and I were boys together, Thinking nothing...