An Autobiography: Being Passages from a Life Now Progressing in the City of Boston, an Interest in which is Not Excited Simply Because Founded on Fact, But that the Incidents Therein Related are Themselves the Facts
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Página 218 - WILL you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly. " 'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy; The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there.
Página 102 - I would that I could utter My feelings without shame ; And tell him how I love him, Nor wrong my virgin fame Alas ! to seize the moment When heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage ; They cannot seek his hand.
Página 162 - From the crown of my head to the sole of my foot, I'm alive, I'm alive!
Página 232 - Hornpipe," with the very person who 'thus ignored me! Amid all my humiliations it was the first time, but by no means the last, that I had been so strangely regarded; and as the final "feather to the camel's back," that completely broke me down.
Página 65 - The mills of the gods grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small.
Página 189 - ... his energy of will, His rush of action, turbulence of soul; While sees the maiden in the pool below The life of woman, — gentle, sweet, and bright, Receiving to her bosom reckless man, Yet glassing in her crystal purity The stars and sunshine of the heaven above her. Rockaivay, NY ROCKAWAY. ON old Long Island's sea-girt shore, Many an hour I've whiled away, In listening to the breakers' roar That wash the beach at Rockaway.
Página 80 - Raise my faint head, my squires," he said, " And let the casement be displayed, That I may see once more The splendor of the setting sun Gleam on thy mirrored wave, Garonne, And Slave's empurpled shore.
Página 91 - Ye need not sigh sae deeply, for it is very true — there is as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.
Página 126 - Par quel ordre, ô soleil, viens-tu du sein de l'onde Nous rendre les rayons de ta clarté féconde? Tous les jours je t'attends, tu reviens tous les jours: Est-ce moi qui t'appelle, et qui règle ton cours? Et toi dont le courroux veut engloutir la terre, Mer terrible, en ton lit quelle main te resserre?