The American Literary Magazine, Հատորներ 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... Rome during the classical era of her history . Books of antiquities or archæology are , as a general thing , a confused medley of isolated items . Alphabetical dictionaries are worse , because in them the same faults are com- mitted ...
... Rome during the classical era of her history . Books of antiquities or archæology are , as a general thing , a confused medley of isolated items . Alphabetical dictionaries are worse , because in them the same faults are com- mitted ...
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... Rome , are such as might properly make us blush - not perhaps for the at- tainments of modern society , but for our over - estimation of our own progress . Rome was not the City of Empire for nothing . The glowing eulogy of Martial- Rome ...
... Rome , are such as might properly make us blush - not perhaps for the at- tainments of modern society , but for our over - estimation of our own progress . Rome was not the City of Empire for nothing . The glowing eulogy of Martial- Rome ...
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... Rome . Shall we visit a bookstore ? There are several grouped togeth- er , forming a Bookseller's Row , in the street called Argiletum . You will hardly find another book - market any where else in Rome . In this street you will observe ...
... Rome . Shall we visit a bookstore ? There are several grouped togeth- er , forming a Bookseller's Row , in the street called Argiletum . You will hardly find another book - market any where else in Rome . In this street you will observe ...
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... Rome . A work - shop usually contains one ar- tisan , who , as no systematical division of labor is in vogue , under- takes all branches of his business . Unfortunately for your curios- ity , there is no such thing as a book - bindery ...
... Rome . A work - shop usually contains one ar- tisan , who , as no systematical division of labor is in vogue , under- takes all branches of his business . Unfortunately for your curios- ity , there is no such thing as a book - bindery ...
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... Rome's listless crowd Who relish Martial's sparkling grace , But where our eagles , fierce and proud , Shine in the frosty air of Thrace , The rough centurion , turning o'er My pages , daily wears them more . Nay , BRITAIN sings my ...
... Rome's listless crowd Who relish Martial's sparkling grace , But where our eagles , fierce and proud , Shine in the frosty air of Thrace , The rough centurion , turning o'er My pages , daily wears them more . Nay , BRITAIN sings my ...
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Էջ 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
Էջ 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Էջ 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Էջ 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Էջ 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Էջ 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Էջ 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Էջ 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Էջ 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!