Old Paths and Legends of New England: Saunterings Over Historic Roads, with Glimpses of Picturesque Fields and Old Homesteads in Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and New Hampshire

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Putnam, 1908 - Massachusetts - 484 pages
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Page 178 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Page 12 - s heart had each its column, * His head an index to the sacred volume. * His very name a title-page ; and next, * His life a commentary on the text. * O what a monument of glorious worth, * When in a new edition he comes forth, • Without erratas, may we think he'll be, * In leaves and covers of eternity...
Page 218 - As long as Plum Island shall faithfully keep the commanded Post; Notwithstanding all the hectoring Words, and hard Blows of the proud and boisterous Ocean...
Page 218 - As long as Nature shall not grow Old and dote; but shall constantly remember to give the rows of Indian Corn their education, by Pairs; so long shall Christians be born there; and being first made meet, shall from thence be Translated to be made partakers of the Inheritance of the Saints in Light.
Page 196 - The Squire." And there 'sa nice youngster of excellent pith,— Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith> But he shouted a song for the brave and the free, — Just read on his medal, " My country,"
Page 410 - Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow; Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
Page 141 - Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames would leap and then expire.
Page 118 - Let the Wealthy and Great Roll in Splendor and State, I envy them not, I declare it ; I eat my own Lamb, My own Chickens and Ham, I shear my own Fleece and I wear it. I have Lawns, I have Bowers, I have Fruits, I have Flowers ; The Lark is my morning alarmer — So Jolly Boys, now — Here's God Speed the Plough, Long Life and Success to the Farmer.
Page 133 - And still no peace for the restless clay Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Page 62 - Stand your ground. Don't fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war let it begin here,

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