Teresina in America, Volume 2R. Bentley and son, 1875 - United States |
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... colour of their eye - lashes to a nicety , and if their teeth are real or false . One gentleman proposed to his companion , " As we have sat face to face for a long spell , suppose we turn back to back ? " You can vary this monotony by ...
... colour of their eye - lashes to a nicety , and if their teeth are real or false . One gentleman proposed to his companion , " As we have sat face to face for a long spell , suppose we turn back to back ? " You can vary this monotony by ...
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... colour , was also abundant , and seemed to be much appreciated by the antelopes , which we saw in great numbers , both scattered and in herds . Sometimes they paused to gaze at the train rushing past — a strange apparition to them ; at ...
... colour , was also abundant , and seemed to be much appreciated by the antelopes , which we saw in great numbers , both scattered and in herds . Sometimes they paused to gaze at the train rushing past — a strange apparition to them ; at ...
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... colour of the skin seemed to be of the same foundation , with the admixture , a dash more of red or yellow . Their long , straight , coarse , black hair , too , is very similar . But there is a marked difference in the character of the ...
... colour of the skin seemed to be of the same foundation , with the admixture , a dash more of red or yellow . Their long , straight , coarse , black hair , too , is very similar . But there is a marked difference in the character of the ...
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... coloured dust , a piece of dark , cool mud seemed to us quite a luxury . So no doubt also thought two black pigs , who were wallowing in it , and who refused to stir though the coach had gone over them . They were American - citizen ...
... coloured dust , a piece of dark , cool mud seemed to us quite a luxury . So no doubt also thought two black pigs , who were wallowing in it , and who refused to stir though the coach had gone over them . They were American - citizen ...
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... coloured brick warehouses and storehouses , in the style of Liverpool , but on a smaller scale . The coal which is found here in great quantities , is of the sootiest kind , and St. Louis might easily rival Sheffield in that “ rain of ...
... coloured brick warehouses and storehouses , in the style of Liverpool , but on a smaller scale . The coal which is found here in great quantities , is of the sootiest kind , and St. Louis might easily rival Sheffield in that “ rain of ...
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America appearance arms beautiful become believe blue building built called carried cars CHAPTER church clear close colour continued course covered deep difficulty dollars doubt English eyes face fall feel feet fifty fortune four French friends give half hand handsome head hills horse houses hundred husband idea Indian interesting lady land leaves less light lines living looked Louis married miles Mississippi morning mountains natural never night officers once Orleans passed persons pigs rail remained rising river road rocks round seat seemed seen side snow sometimes Southern stand steamers stone streets sure taken thing thought thousand tion town train traveller trees turned United usual whole wife woman young
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Page 149 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched, hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Page 76 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 150 - It shivered the window, pane and sash ; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick as it fell, from the broken staff, Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf: She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. . A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray...
Page 149 - Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. 'Halt! ' — the dust-brown ranks stood fast. 'Fire! '—out blazed the rifle-blast. It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. 'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 356 - They would vote into the post-office, or any hole they could find. Some of them carried home their ballots, greatly smitten with the red lettering and the head of Lincoln, or supposing that they could use them as warrants for land. Others would give them to the first white man who offered to take care of them. One old fellow said to me, ' Lord, marsr ! do for Lord's sake tell me what dis yere 's all about.
Page 150 - Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !' he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet: All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
Page 70 - My heart's religion is an earnest love Of all that's good, and beautiful, and true ! My noblest temple is this sky above — This vast pavilion of unclouded blue ; These mountains are my altars, which subdue My wildest passions in their wildest hours ; My hymn is ever many-voiced and new, — From bird and bee, from wind and wave it pours ; My incense is the breath of herbs, leaves, fmits, and flowers.