The Lowell Offering, Volume 5

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Misses Curtis and Farley, 1845
 

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Page 80 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 5 - Now therefore let us make a covenant with our God to put away all the wives, and such as are born of them, according to the counsel of my lord, and of those that tremble at the commandment of our God ; and let it be done according to the law.
Page 146 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Page 230 - Draw not nearer, loose thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place on which thou standest is holy ground.
Page 129 - May my right hand forget its cunning, and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if ever I prove false to those teachings.
Page 252 - From thickets of roses that blow ! And when her bright form shall appear, Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert so soft and so clear, As — she may not be fond to resign.
Page 199 - I ever saw, cut with what were called "mutton-leg" sleeves. It was my sister's, . . . and here is a fragment of the first gown that was ever cut for me with a bodice waist. . . . Here is a fragment of the first dress which baby brother wore when he left off long clothes. . . . Here is a piece of the first dress which was ever earned by my own exertions! What a feeling of exultation, of...
Page 49 - for lo ! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone : the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Page 83 - Tis what kind Heaven gave us, Who can take it away ? O, Heaven sure will save us In North America. We never will knock under, O, George ! we do not fear The rattling of your thunder, Nor lightning of your spear : Though rebels you declare us, We're strangers to dismay ; Therefore you cannot scare us In North America.
Page 57 - They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. [To Costard aside. Cost. O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words ! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus : thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon*.

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