The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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Looking afterwards again through the Turning iny eyes , says he , a little window ,
he thought he observed a further , I beheld a scaffold and exerycrowd of persons
in the hall : upon ibis , lioners , and men with their clothes said ...
Looking afterwards again through the Turning iny eyes , says he , a little window ,
he thought he observed a further , I beheld a scaffold and exerycrowd of persons
in the hall : upon ibis , lioners , and men with their clothes said ...
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said the Fiend , and he thundering The casement she The casement she clos ' d
pot the eye of her mind ; For , do all she ... She opens her lids , but no longer her
eyes Behold the fair youth she would woo ; “ Fair damsel , " said he , ( and he ...
said the Fiend , and he thundering The casement she The casement she clos ' d
pot the eye of her mind ; For , do all she ... She opens her lids , but no longer her
eyes Behold the fair youth she would woo ; “ Fair damsel , " said he , ( and he ...
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... And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , “ And , for our guests , a row of
goodly Dead , They sat and look ' d into each other ' s eyes , “ ( lininortal spirits in
their time no doubt , ) Silent and happy , as if God had given “ From reeking
shrouds ...
... And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , “ And , for our guests , a row of
goodly Dead , They sat and look ' d into each other ' s eyes , “ ( lininortal spirits in
their time no doubt , ) Silent and happy , as if God had given “ From reeking
shrouds ...
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Upon her eyes that chas ' d their short eclipse , These in vain try the power of
their blan . And , gradual as the snow , at heaven ' s breath , dishments . Azim
remains invincible . wihle Melts off and shows the azure flowers beneath , Her
lids ...
Upon her eyes that chas ' d their short eclipse , These in vain try the power of
their blan . And , gradual as the snow , at heaven ' s breath , dishments . Azim
remains invincible . wihle Melts off and shows the azure flowers beneath , Her
lids ...
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A holiness in those dark eyes , May Life ' s unblessed cup for him Which show ' d
- though wandering earthward Be drurg ' d ... With joys , that vanish while he sips
, Yes - - for a spirit , pure as hers , Like Dead - Sea fruits , that tempt the eye , Is ...
A holiness in those dark eyes , May Life ' s unblessed cup for him Which show ' d
- though wandering earthward Be drurg ' d ... With joys , that vanish while he sips
, Yes - - for a spirit , pure as hers , Like Dead - Sea fruits , that tempt the eye , Is ...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 3 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1818 |
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Էջ 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Էջ 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Էջ 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Էջ 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Էջ 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Էջ 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Էջ 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Էջ 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Էջ 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Էջ 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...
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| Վերնագիր | The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 Հատոր 58 of American periodical series, 1800-1850 |
| Editors | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley |
| Հրատարակիչ | H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 5 Մարտ 2008 |
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