The Blackwater chronicle: a narrative of an expedition into the land of Canaan, in Randolph county, Virginia, a country flowing with wild animals, such as panthers, bears, wolves, elk, deer, otter, badger, &c., &c., with innumerable trout--by five adventurous gentlemen, without any aid of government, and solely by their own resources, in the summer of 1851

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Redfield, 1853 - 223 Seiten
 

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Seite 180 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 167 - 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...
Seite 155 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
Seite 155 - In behint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. "His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en anither mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Seite 155 - O, cauld and bare will his bed be, When winter storms sing in the tree ; At his head a turf, at his feet a stone, He will sleep, nor hear the maiden's moan ; O'er his white bones the birds shall fly, The wild deer bound, and foxes cry.
Seite 40 - Time Has mouldered into beauty many a tower, Which, when it frowned with all its battlements, Was only terrible...
Seite 124 - shows gallanter still; 'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale And with all its bright spangles!
Seite 2 - Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, BY JS REDFIELD, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the Southern District of New York.
Seite 149 - The appointed hour is flown : Danger and doubt have vanish'd quite, Our way before lies clear and right, And all is ready for the flight, Save thou alone. Wake, lady, wake, I have a wreath Thy broad fair brow should rise beneath ; I have a ring that must not shine On any finger, love, but thine ; I Ve kept my plighted vow.
Seite 155 - neath the greenwood tree? As I sat on the deep sea sand, I saw a fair ship nigh at land, I waved my wings, I bent my beak, The ship sunk, and I heard a shriek; There they lie, one, two, and three, I shall dine by the wild salt sea.

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