The Wintergreen: A Perennial Gift for 1844 ...

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John Keese
C. Wells & Company, 1844 - 246 pages

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Page 196 - For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 176 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Page 192 - It hath rich thoughts forever leaping Up, like the waves of flashing seas, That with their music still are keeping Soft time with every fitful breeze ; Each leaf that in the bright air quivers, The sounds from hidden solitudes, And the deep flow of far-off" rivers, And the loud rush of many floods ; All these, and more, stir in my bosom Feelings that make my spirit glad, Like dew-drops shaken in a blossom ; And, yet there is a something sad Mixed with those thoughts, like clouds, that hover Above...
Page 132 - A silken-tasselled boat ; And sound asleep some mariners, And some with watchful eyes, Will fearless be of dangers dark That roll along the skies. God keep those cheery mariners ! And temper all the gales That sweep against the rocky coast To their storm-shattered sails ; And men on shore will bless the ship That could so guided be, Safe in the hollow of His hand, To brave the mighty sea ! [WILLIS G.
Page 72 - There the hummingbird, of rainbow plume, Hangs over the scarlet creeper's bloom; While 'midst the leaves his varying dyes Sparkle like half-seen fairy eyes. There the echoes ring through the livelong day With the mock-bird's changeful roundelay; And at night, when the scene is calm and still, With the moan of the plaintive whip-poor-will.
Page 61 - O, she loves me royally ! Then she tells me many a tale, With her smile, so sheeny pale, Till my soul is overcast With such dream-light of the past, That I saddened needs must be, And I love her mournfully. ' Oft I gaze up in her eyes, Raying light through winter skies ; Far away she saileth on ; I am no Endymion...
Page 71 - Sends its sweet fragrance through the air; And the Indian Rose delights to twine Its branches with the laughing vine. There the deer leaps light through the open glade, Or hides him far in the forest shade, When the woods resound in the dewy morn With the clang of the merry hunter's horn. There the humming-bird of rainbow plume Hangs o'er the scarlet creeper's bloom; While midst the leaves, his varying dyes Sparkle like half-seen fairy eyes.
Page 131 - There's music in their roar, When wide the berth along the lee, And leagues of room before. Let billows toss to mountain heights, Or sink to chasms low, The vessel stout will ride it out, Nor reel beneath the blow. With streamers down and...
Page 98 - MKTHIVKS, when on the languid eye Life's autumn scenes grow dim; When evening's shadows veil the sky, And Pleasure's syren hymn Grows fainter on the tuneless ear, Like echoes from another sphere, Or...
Page 242 - THE DEVOTED. It was a beautiful turn given by a great lady, who being asked where her husband was, when he lay concealed for having been deeply concerned in a conspiracy, resolutely answered, that she had hidden him. This confession caused her to be carried before the governor, who told her that nought but confessing where she had hidden him, could save her from the torture. " And will that do ?" said she. " Yes," replied the governor, " I will pass my word for your safety, on that condition." "...

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