Tales of Glauber-spa, Volume 1

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William Cullen Bryant
J. & J. Harper, 1832 - American literature - 276 pages
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Page 83 - CLXXVII •Oh, that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Page 108 - That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Page 221 - The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still The deluge deepens ; till the fields around Lie sunk and flatted in the sordid wave. Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim.
Page 197 - ... crashings of the thunder, accompanied by flashes of lightning, that threw a vivid light upon the walls of the cavern." The priest and his companions stood contemplating this scene in silence, when a rushing of water close at hand was heard. Father Ambrose showed the others where a stream, formed from the rains collected on the highlands above, descended on the crag that overhung the mouth of the cavern, and, shooting clear of the rocks on which they stood, fell in spray to the broken fragments...
Page 216 - The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head, Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead, — Though hard I strove, but strove in vain, To rend and gnash my bonds in twain. He died, and they...
Page 208 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp...

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