The Repository, Volume 2

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W.H. Starr & Company, 1859
 

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Página 157 - Sow seed — but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth — let no impostor heap; Weave robes — let not the idle wear; Forge arms — in your defence to bear.
Página 352 - He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up...
Página 341 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam : For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 352 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Página 352 - And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,— When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Página 46 - For every kind of beasts and of birds and of serpents and of things in the sea is tamed, and hath been tamed, of mankind; but the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
Página 352 - He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot ; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Página 352 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Página 37 - Bright you sparkle on your way, O'er the yellow pebbles dancing, Through the flowers and foliage glancing, Like a child at play. River ! River ! swelling River ! On you rush o'er rough and smooth, — Louder, faster, brawling,. leaping Over rocks by rose-banks sweeping, Like impetuous youth. River ! River ! brimming River ! Broad, and deep, and still as time, Seeming still — yet still in motion, Tending onward to the ocean, Just like mortal prime.
Página 112 - Behold him, the fugitive and the victim, when he might have be'en the chief of the revolution. Is the solitary and unaided opposition of a good citizen to the pretensions of an absolute ruler, whose power was as boundless as his ambition, an effort of greatness ? Read the letter of Lafayette to Napoleon Bonaparte, refusing to vote for him as consul for life.

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