The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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At breakfast the information never to quit this ship . was communicated ( which ,
after the · Friday , August 4 . reports that had for some days been In consequence
of orders from the in circulation , not a little surprised us ) Admiralty , we sailed ...
At breakfast the information never to quit this ship . was communicated ( which ,
after the · Friday , August 4 . reports that had for some days been In consequence
of orders from the in circulation , not a little surprised us ) Admiralty , we sailed ...
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Why , it will parte was never sensual , never gross . " : be asked , do we , on this
occasion , give ( p . 212 ) His manners and language that credit to Las Cases
which we deny were gross in the extreme , and his him in every other We answer
...
Why , it will parte was never sensual , never gross . " : be asked , do we , on this
occasion , give ( p . 212 ) His manners and language that credit to Las Cases
which we deny were gross in the extreme , and his him in every other We answer
...
Էջ 167
We frequently connature ; but you consessed , that never man tinued wbole
nights in the participation of seemed to have suffered so much , or to sa - these
bilier joys ; and were surprised , still at your with such bitterness the cup of wo .
He our ...
We frequently connature ; but you consessed , that never man tinued wbole
nights in the participation of seemed to have suffered so much , or to sa - these
bilier joys ; and were surprised , still at your with such bitterness the cup of wo .
He our ...
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longer tuned to harmony , and her hearers modern Europeans cultivated the art ...
5 as cone : her favour . field for eloquence , never explored by the ite languages
were extinct ; ber organs were ore ancient orators ; and here alone have the no
longer tuned to harmony , and her hearers modern Europeans cultivated the art ...
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Well , though it torture me , ' tis but the brim ! same ; Will it then never - never sink
in the earth ? My pang shall find a voice . From my youth C . Hun . What dost thou
mean ? thy senses upwards wander from thee . My spirit walk ' d not with the ...
Well , though it torture me , ' tis but the brim ! same ; Will it then never - never sink
in the earth ? My pang shall find a voice . From my youth C . Hun . What dost thou
mean ? thy senses upwards wander from thee . My spirit walk ' d not with the ...
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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...
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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 |
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