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... Hasty Pudding 19 20 36 · 8888 30 33 37 ROBERT C. SANDS . The Sleep of Papantzin Waking of Papantzin in the Sepulchre Good - night The Dead of 1832 • JAMES A. HILLHOUSE . Descent of the Judge and his Angels Adam , Cæsar , and Abraham at ...
... Hasty Pudding 19 20 36 · 8888 30 33 37 ROBERT C. SANDS . The Sleep of Papantzin Waking of Papantzin in the Sepulchre Good - night The Dead of 1832 • JAMES A. HILLHOUSE . Descent of the Judge and his Angels Adam , Cæsar , and Abraham at ...
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... incense , and my evening meal , The sweets of Hasty Pudding . Come , dear bowl , Glide o'er my palate , and inspire my soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , 20 JOEL BARLOW . JOEL BARLOW The Hasty Pudding.
... incense , and my evening meal , The sweets of Hasty Pudding . Come , dear bowl , Glide o'er my palate , and inspire my soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , 20 JOEL BARLOW . JOEL BARLOW The Hasty Pudding.
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... pudding with the breath of praise . Not through the rich Peruvian realms alone The fame of Sol's sweet daughter ... Hasty Pudding , what unpromised joy Expands my heart , to meet thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious ...
... pudding with the breath of praise . Not through the rich Peruvian realms alone The fame of Sol's sweet daughter ... Hasty Pudding , what unpromised joy Expands my heart , to meet thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious ...
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... Hasty Pudding ! thus our sires Were won't to greet thee fuming from their fires ; And while they argued in thy just defence With logic clear , they thus explained the sense : " In haste the boiling caldron , o'er the blaze 22 JOEL BARLOW .
... Hasty Pudding ! thus our sires Were won't to greet thee fuming from their fires ; And while they argued in thy just defence With logic clear , they thus explained the sense : " In haste the boiling caldron , o'er the blaze 22 JOEL BARLOW .
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... hasty honours of the board . " Such is thy name , significant and clear , A ... pudding , thence lay claim to mine ? Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy ... Hasty Pudding , most in thee . Let the green succotash with thee contend , Let ...
... hasty honours of the board . " Such is thy name , significant and clear , A ... pudding , thence lay claim to mine ? Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy ... Hasty Pudding , most in thee . Let the green succotash with thee contend , Let ...
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Page 282 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. 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 the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Page 202 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Page 159 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Page 281 - 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.
Page 282 - 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.
Page 86 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 134 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 97 - From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold Babbler 1 what art thou to Him, Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might 1 BRAINARD.
Page 185 - And he cried unto the Lord ; and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet...
Page 90 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode ; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...