... always wax candles burning with a soft radiance that enchanted every scene.... And, lo! here on this spring day of '63, with war raging through the land, I was in a fine house, and had my wax candles sure enough; but, alas! they were neither cerulean blue nor rose-tinted, but dirty brown; and when I lighted one, it spluttered and wasted like any vulgar tallow thing, and lighted only a desolate scene in the vast handsome room. They were not so good as the waxen rope we had made in Arkansas. So, with a long sigh for the dreams ... — Famous Adventures And Prison Escapes of the Civil War • Various Read full book for free!
... mark thee now, all heavenward ascending, Thy far form cresting the cerulean, Above earth's shadows on thy pathway wending, Thine eye of fire aye fixed ... — The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, February 1844 - Volume 23, Number 2 • Various Read full book for free!