The token and Atlantic souvenir. A Christmas and new year's present (Google eBook)

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Published by Charles Bowen, 1837 - Gift books - 360 pages
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Page 7 - do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. And it shall come to pass when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the Cloud. GENESIS.
Page 76 - All seasons shall be sweet to thee — Whether the summer clothe the genial earth With greenness, or the red-breast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow, on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree.
Page 255 - A dancing shape an image gay To haunt — to startle, and waylay ; A being breathing thoughtful breath A traveller between life and death. WORDSWORTH. i.
Page 43 - When the first transport was over, and the registers of the brain were beginning to get a little out of the confusion into which this jumble of cross accidents had cast them, it then presently occurred to me that I had left my remarks in the pocket of
Page 148 - widow, when nobody else was near, thrust her head a little way into the recess, and vowed that the young fellow looked charming in his sleep. A temperance lecturer saw him, and wrought poor David into the texture of his evening's discourse, as an awful instance of dead drunkenness by the
Page 137 - As travellers oft look back at eve When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave Still faint behind them glowing— So when the close of pleasure's day To gloom
Page 172 - will go hence, and return to our humble cottage. The blessed sunshine, and the quiet moonlight, shall come through our window. We will kindle the cheerful glow of our hearth, at eventide, and be happy in its light. But never again will we desire more light than all the world may share with
Page 44 - upon my condition. By a better fate than usually attends me, I had not waited half an hour, when the mistress came in to take the papillotes from off her hair, before she went to the Maypoles. The French women, by the bye, love Maypoles, a la folie.
Page 183 - between reality and fancy. It is not until the crime is accomplished, that guilt clenches its gripe upon the guilty heart and claims it for its own. Then, and not before, sin is actually felt and acknowledged, and, if unaccompanied by repentance, grows a thousand fold more virulent by its
Page 173 - for how could we live by day, or sleep by night, in this awful blaze of the Great Carbuncle ! ' Out of the hollow of their hands, they drank each a draught from the lake, which presented them its waters uncontaminated by

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