The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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sient manner , and his own thoughts were of which , to the day of his death , he
has conveyed to paper chiefly through an been confined to bis house , and
almost amanuensis . - He dictated perfect sen - to bis chair . Although often
suffering ...
sient manner , and his own thoughts were of which , to the day of his death , he
has conveyed to paper chiefly through an been confined to bis house , and
almost amanuensis . - He dictated perfect sen - to bis chair . Although often
suffering ...
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We have not room for any further The faults of the production before extracts , but
these are sufficient to show us , however , appertain more to the the manly modes
of thinking and speak . manner , than the matter ; for the mating that distinguish ...
We have not room for any further The faults of the production before extracts , but
these are sufficient to show us , however , appertain more to the the manly modes
of thinking and speak . manner , than the matter ; for the mating that distinguish ...
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In this manner he conbe bore considerable resemblance . ... on all occasions to
despise the submissive until I was roused by a friendly hint from the and
effeminate manners of the people of Ras , who let me into the secret of what be
Amhara ...
In this manner he conbe bore considerable resemblance . ... on all occasions to
despise the submissive until I was roused by a friendly hint from the and
effeminate manners of the people of Ras , who let me into the secret of what be
Amhara ...
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The industrious and admirain a conscientious manner record nothing ble
Solomon was the boast of his profesbut well authenticated facts , while render -
sors , and the pride of his fellow students . ing a deserved tribute to departed
worth .
The industrious and admirain a conscientious manner record nothing ble
Solomon was the boast of his profesbut well authenticated facts , while render -
sors , and the pride of his fellow students . ing a deserved tribute to departed
worth .
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At he might speak freely , and from which , length an individual approached , to
whom by means of the striking manner in which the multitude paid reverence ,
and who , te he would be able to present to his readers his great surprise and joy
...
At he might speak freely , and from which , length an individual approached , to
whom by means of the striking manner in which the multitude paid reverence ,
and who , te he would be able to present to his readers his great surprise and joy
...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 3 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1818 |
The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1817 |
The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 2 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1817 |
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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...