The Cabin in the Clearing: A Tale of the Frontier

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Porter & Coates, 1890 - 438 pages
 

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Page 312 - When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
Page 115 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Page 384 - VAN ROUGH'S House. MARIA sitting disconsolate at a Table, with Books, &c. SONG10 I The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Page 87 - London at the close of the last and the opening of the present century, and which, perhaps, taken for all in all, has never been surpassed.
Page 392 - T was evening now : the hour of toil was o'er, Yet still they durst not seek the fearful shore, Lest watchful Indian crew should silent creep, And spring upon and murder them in sleep...
Page 263 - And underneath that face, like summer ocean's, Its lip as moveless, and its cheek as clear, Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart's emotions, Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow — all save fear.
Page 401 - No deep-mouth'd hound the hunter's haunt betray'd, No lights upon the shore, or waters play'd, No loud laugh broke upon the silent air, To tell the wand'rers man was nestling there...
Page 241 - I shall wash from my face every cloud-colored stain ; Red, red shall alone on my visage remain ! I will dig up my hatchet, and bend my oak bow ; By night and by day I will follow the foe ; Nor lakes shall impede me, nor mountains, nor snows ; His blood can alone give my spirit repose.
Page 14 - Manor and moor and farm and wold Their greed begrudged him sore, And parchments old with passionate hold They guarded heretofore ; And they carped at signature and seal, But they may carp no more. ' An old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain, And I feel the fret that urged me yet That warfare to maintain ; For an enemy's loss may well be set Above an infant's gain. ' An enemy's loss I go to prove ; Laugh out, thou little heir ! Laugh in his face who vowed to chase Thee from...
Page 277 - Tis not the curious, but the pious path, That leads me to my point: Lorenzo! know, Without or star, or angel, for their guide, Who worship God, shall find him.

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