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... put where she is by act of Legislature rather seven miles east of the Chattahoochee , spurs of the Blue Ridge intersected in such a manner that a natural centre oc- THE CHAIR VENDER . 2.F. Union passenger station , which.
... put where she is by act of Legislature rather seven miles east of the Chattahoochee , spurs of the Blue Ridge intersected in such a manner that a natural centre oc- THE CHAIR VENDER . 2.F. Union passenger station , which.
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... miles . Within this circle ( and some- what also outside of it ) is an ar- ray of streets so utterly irregular that you wonder how it was pos- sible they ever could have been built up in that way . They go crooked where it would have ...
... miles . Within this circle ( and some- what also outside of it ) is an ar- ray of streets so utterly irregular that you wonder how it was pos- sible they ever could have been built up in that way . They go crooked where it would have ...
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... miles out on the Peach - tree Road , for ex- ample , is a fort crowning a hill , whose lines and angles and full height are as well preserved to - day as though the work was thrown up only yesterday . It saw no fighting , however . The ...
... miles out on the Peach - tree Road , for ex- ample , is a fort crowning a hill , whose lines and angles and full height are as well preserved to - day as though the work was thrown up only yesterday . It saw no fighting , however . The ...
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... miles . This cotton is bought mainly for foreign export , and is shipped under through bills of lading to foreign ports , thus dodging the factors at New York , Savannah , and other coast cities . The business is not done on com ...
... miles . This cotton is bought mainly for foreign export , and is shipped under through bills of lading to foreign ports , thus dodging the factors at New York , Savannah , and other coast cities . The business is not done on com ...
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... miles , or two thousand less than our State of Vermont , | which , if we measure it by the scope of its history , the remote antiquity of its liter- ature , and the great forces it has started into irresistible movement , we must place ...
... miles , or two thousand less than our State of Vermont , | which , if we measure it by the scope of its history , the remote antiquity of its liter- ature , and the great forces it has started into irresistible movement , we must place ...
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Seite 388 - The trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
Seite 168 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep; At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV
Seite 170 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns : By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide : — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII. And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
Seite 298 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 167 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 161 - And all night kept awake, for sinners' sake to grieve. IV That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude soft; And so it chanced, for many a door was wide, From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft, The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put crosswise on their breasts.
Seite 170 - I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing ; — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
Seite 165 - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! ' But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 168 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 166 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.