Category: Poetry

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852

The reason why I came home without completing the tour of Europe was that my worthy father died insolvent. The little severalty which I had from my grandfather Winston, was in that most unmanageable of realties, which Randolph of Roanoke used to describe as the designation of...

Chapters

10. CHAPTER IV.

The neigh of a horse, faint and distant, but unmistakable, had come floating up the ravine upon the still night air. And though, after waiting many minutes, it was not repeated,...

6. CHAPTER X.

“He cherished his friend, and he relished a bumper, Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper— Then what was his failing? come, tell it, add burn ye, He was, could he hel...

8. CHAPTER II.

All was immediately in confusion—men were rushing in every direction for their arms and horses, women were hastily preparing to set out homeward, and, save the rangers, who had...

9. CHAPTER III.

No more than the first gray streaks of dawn had shot up from the eastern horizon, when the disappointed rangers were again astir. Their horses—which had been picketed upon the p...

7. CHAPTER I.

On the third of February, 1809, an act of Congress was passed, defining the boundaries of Illinois, and establishing the “First Grade” of Territorial Government. The population...

1. CHAPTER V.

The reason why I came home without completing the tour of Europe was that my worthy father died insolvent. The little severalty which I had from my grandfather Winston, was in t...

4. CHAPTER VIII.

“And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew; But past is all his fame: the very spot Where many a time he triumph’d, is forgot....

5. CHAPTER IX.

Riding was an accomplishment among the Romans, as it is in England and some parts of America; but in the South it is one of the necessaries of life. The bareheaded negro child m...

2. CHAPTER VI.

The day when one who has been a scribbler begins to resort to dictation, he loses half the pleasure of authorship. No one could desire, indeed, a lovelier amanuensis than my gra...

3. CHAPTER VII.

Philadelphia was the city to which Gottlieb Pfeiffer was bound; and after a tedious beating up stream from the Capes of Delaware, we saw its neat brick rows, its trim rectangles...