The token and Atlantic souvenir. - A Christmas and New Year's present. (1836) (14781888321)

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Title: The token and Atlantic souvenir. : A Christmas and New Year's present.
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Goodrich, Samuel G. (Samuel Griswold), 1793-1860, ed Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 1804-1864
Subjects: Gift books
Publisher: Boston. : Charles Bowen
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library



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ent tones dissolve in one:Softer than ever gale of evening blows,They blend in harmonys enchanted zone :With pictured web and golden fringe they bind,For higher flights, the renovated mind. I feel it round me twine — the band of power;Youth beats in every vein ; life bursts in bloom;All seems, as when at twilights blissful hour,Breathed from the flowery grove, the gales perfume;The laugh, the shout, the dance, and then the strainOf tenderest love, dissolved the heart again. Ye greet me fair, ye years of hope and joy,Ye days of trembling fears and ardent loves,The reeling madness of the impassioned boy —Through wizard wilds again my spirit roves,And beauty, veiled in fancys heavenly hue,Smiles and recedes before my longing view. The light has fled ; the tones that won my heartBack to its early heaven, again are still:A deeper darkness broods; with sudden startRepelled, my life relapses from its thrill:Heavier the shades descend, and on my earOnly the bubbling fountain murmurs near.
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THE EMIGRANTS ADVENTURE. BY MRS. S. J. HALE. c What a romantic spot for any one who admiressweet solitude ! exclaimed Mrs. Hubbard, as the ex-ploring party paused, and the ladies alighted to rest theweary horses. Secluded but not solitary, madam, remarked captainAustin, leaning on his rifle and glancing his eye aroundwith the air of a man who is confident in his own supe-rior judgment. * We have no solitudes in America. Dear me ! I thought most of this western countrywas called a solitude ; and I am sure we have found itlonesome enough, said Miss Cunningham, sighing asshe seated herself beneath the shade of a large tree. What is a solitude ? demanded the captain, verypompously. 1 That would be decided according to circumstancesand tastes, I presume, replied Mr. Hubbard, smiling ashe drew his young wifes arm within his own. < Nowwhile Mary and I are together we should never find asolitude. 1 In my opinion, there are only two circumstanceswhich can justify the term as applied to plac