The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1 |
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I thought , and do we rip in the eight syllable metre , and occa - The veil of
immortality ? and carve sionally display some pretty poetry ; I know not what of
honour and of light at all events there is little in them to Through unborn ages , to
endure ...
I thought , and do we rip in the eight syllable metre , and occa - The veil of
immortality ? and carve sionally display some pretty poetry ; I know not what of
honour and of light at all events there is little in them to Through unborn ages , to
endure ...
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peril , " Dot cherish in some corner of his heart Bertram extorts a promise from
Imo* Some thought that makes that heart a sanctuary nine to meet him ary gine to
meet him under the castle wails , " For pilgrim dreams in midnight - hour to visit ...
peril , " Dot cherish in some corner of his heart Bertram extorts a promise from
Imo* Some thought that makes that heart a sanctuary nine to meet him ary gine to
meet him under the castle wails , " For pilgrim dreams in midnight - hour to visit ...
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I dare not ; committed under the walls of the castle nder the walls of the caste Mixt
shades of evil thought are darkening of Aldobrand . And this crime is prothere ;
posed and assented to by the contract . But what my fears do indistinctly guess ...
I dare not ; committed under the walls of the castle nder the walls of the caste Mixt
shades of evil thought are darkening of Aldobrand . And this crime is prothere ;
posed and assented to by the contract . But what my fears do indistinctly guess ...
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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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Fanaticism , too , has had more than one and well - elaborated trains of thought .
day of desolation ; and its consequences have w We do not deny bim talents , but
we think been such , as ought always to put learning on its guard . Remember ...
Fanaticism , too , has had more than one and well - elaborated trains of thought .
day of desolation ; and its consequences have w We do not deny bim talents , but
we think been such , as ought always to put learning on its guard . Remember ...
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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 |
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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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