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Pleasant Waters: Story of Southern Life and Character (Classic Reprint)
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Page 1 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 168 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 107 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things.
Page 78 - The party of the first part agrees to sell and the party of the second part agrees to buy, all of the right, title and interest of the said party of the first part in and to the...
Page 61 - O'er undulating waves the broom had made ; Reminding me of those of hideous forms That met us as we passed the cape of storms, Where high and loud they break, and peace comes never ; They roll and foam, and roll and foam for ever. But...
Page 88 - Burns — and aiblins ane or twa mair, there is still poetry amang our braes, — and o' nae shepherd on our Scottish hills could it be truly said, in the language o' Wordsworth : — A primrose on the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. For as gude a poet as Wordsworth, and in my opinion, a better too, has tauld us what he felt frae the sicht o
Page 78 - And in consideration of the premises the said party of the first part, hath agreed, and by these presents doth agree...
Page 61 - I deemed no moss my eyes had ever seen Had been so lovely, brilliant, fresh, and green, And guessed some infant hand had placed it there, And prized its hue, so exquisite, so rare.
Page 100 - ... Maggie's come. Here, John, let me help you off with your coat, and draw up to the fire ; it's a cold afternoon." Here Uncle Grey made his appearance in tolerably well-blacked boots and a generally " brisked-up" air, which delighted Maggie's quick eye even while she hugged him heartily. " Dear, dear uncle, I am so glad to see you ! And you are looking so well.