The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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A despot ' s vengeance , a false country ' s the wretched wife , whose pitiable and
curses , mad despair , on being unable to move The spurn of menials whom this
hand had fed . . . In my heart ' s steeled pride I shook them off , * him from bis ...
A despot ' s vengeance , a false country ' s the wretched wife , whose pitiable and
curses , mad despair , on being unable to move The spurn of menials whom this
hand had fed . . . In my heart ' s steeled pride I shook them off , * him from bis ...
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And would his death - fixed eye be terrible “ Wouldst have him butchered by their
ruffian * As its ray bent in love on her that wronged him ? hands * And would his
dying groan affright thine ear “ That wait my bidding ? “ Like words of peace ...
And would his death - fixed eye be terrible “ Wouldst have him butchered by their
ruffian * As its ray bent in love on her that wronged him ? hands * And would his
dying groan affright thine ear “ That wait my bidding ? “ Like words of peace ...
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Wilkinpublicans can bow to a victorious chief , * el , son , I have dipt my hands in
British however indebted to fortune ... to raise his warning voice I dismounted ,
took him by the hand , against so alarming a predilection . and expressed hopes
...
Wilkinpublicans can bow to a victorious chief , * el , son , I have dipt my hands in
British however indebted to fortune ... to raise his warning voice I dismounted ,
took him by the hand , against so alarming a predilection . and expressed hopes
...
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The ball taken from an account written with the was lighted up and arrayed with
ibe king ' s own hand , attested by several of same mournful bangings as the
antihis ininisters of state , and preserved in chamber : in the centre was a round
the ...
The ball taken from an account written with the was lighted up and arrayed with
ibe king ' s own hand , attested by several of same mournful bangings as the
antihis ininisters of state , and preserved in chamber : in the centre was a round
the ...
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One in 1678 , Ath reverted to its old mas . of the observers made the experiment
of ters , the Spaniards , who kept the pos - a similar light to proceed from his
fingers ; elevating his hand above his head , and found session of it until 1697 ,
when ...
One in 1678 , Ath reverted to its old mas . of the observers made the experiment
of ters , the Spaniards , who kept the pos - a similar light to proceed from his
fingers ; elevating his hand above his head , and found session of it until 1697 ,
when ...
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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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