The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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Where the storms which we feel in this cold II . world should cease , When , at eve
, thou rovest , And our hearts , like thy ... her vestal All the soul of feeling , flame ;
To thy heart appealing , But none shall see the day Draw one tear from thee : .
Where the storms which we feel in this cold II . world should cease , When , at eve
, thou rovest , And our hearts , like thy ... her vestal All the soul of feeling , flame ;
To thy heart appealing , But none shall see the day Draw one tear from thee : .
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This history appears , indeed , to be extensive , feeling is an incorrigible and
nettleand will doubtless be of great service some impatience at remaining in
obscuto him in the career of his profession , rity ; and there is no trait more
conwhich he ...
This history appears , indeed , to be extensive , feeling is an incorrigible and
nettleand will doubtless be of great service some impatience at remaining in
obscuto him in the career of his profession , rity ; and there is no trait more
conwhich he ...
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The hereditary Prince of Orange , refused in Of such a country we cannot but feel
curious his matrimonial offer by the Princess Charto know something more than
its mere geo - lotte of England , cannot but feel a mortificy . graphical limits , and ...
The hereditary Prince of Orange , refused in Of such a country we cannot but feel
curious his matrimonial offer by the Princess Charto know something more than
its mere geo - lotte of England , cannot but feel a mortificy . graphical limits , and ...
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Mr . emphasis what is pat down for Juliet Capulet , Jones was very respectable in
old Norval . for instance , and enter thoroughly into her He related his story to
Lady Randolph with feelings , but with what shadow of propriety a good deal of ...
Mr . emphasis what is pat down for Juliet Capulet , Jones was very respectable in
old Norval . for instance , and enter thoroughly into her He related his story to
Lady Randolph with feelings , but with what shadow of propriety a good deal of ...
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The high - minded , open , and been translated into English from the confiding
Dara , whose misfortunes not less French of Petis de la Croix , are likewise than
his virtues endear him to the feeling included in a frame . The same method mind
...
The high - minded , open , and been translated into English from the confiding
Dara , whose misfortunes not less French of Petis de la Croix , are likewise than
his virtues endear him to the feeling included in a frame . The same method mind
...
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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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