The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Հատոր 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... late celebrated cultivation of this branch of knowledge , Professor Vahl , of Copenhagen , and are they have most liberally sent us large col- named by the hand of that Prince of Bota- lections of seeds , particularly of such plants as ...
... late celebrated cultivation of this branch of knowledge , Professor Vahl , of Copenhagen , and are they have most liberally sent us large col- named by the hand of that Prince of Bota- lections of seeds , particularly of such plants as ...
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... late Bishop HORSLEY , is preparing for publication . Corrections and Additions to Rees ' Cyclope- AIR CHURCHILL is preparing for the press , dia , which will extend to the whole of that The Memoirs of the Life and Writings of DR ...
... late Bishop HORSLEY , is preparing for publication . Corrections and Additions to Rees ' Cyclope- AIR CHURCHILL is preparing for the press , dia , which will extend to the whole of that The Memoirs of the Life and Writings of DR ...
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... late Rev. G. H. Glasse . " nec fato , merita nec morte peribat , ' Sed misera ante diem . ' Seduxit miles virginem , receptus in hybernis , Præcipitem quæ laqueo se transtulit avernis Impransus ille restitit , sed acrius potabat : Et ...
... late Rev. G. H. Glasse . " nec fato , merita nec morte peribat , ' Sed misera ante diem . ' Seduxit miles virginem , receptus in hybernis , Præcipitem quæ laqueo se transtulit avernis Impransus ille restitit , sed acrius potabat : Et ...
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... late treasona- ble attempt on the life of the Prince Regent . HOUSE OF COMMONS . February 4 . The order being read for taking into consi- deration the Message of his Royal Highness the Prince Regent on the State of the Coun- try , the ...
... late treasona- ble attempt on the life of the Prince Regent . HOUSE OF COMMONS . February 4 . The order being read for taking into consi- deration the Message of his Royal Highness the Prince Regent on the State of the Coun- try , the ...
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... late statistical account in the Me- For eight hours the wind has been heap- moirs of the Academy of Sciences at Peters- ing up the snow . The avalanches have burg , it appears , that the revenue of Russia changed the form of the ...
... late statistical account in the Me- For eight hours the wind has been heap- moirs of the Academy of Sciences at Peters- ing up the snow . The avalanches have burg , it appears , that the revenue of Russia changed the form of the ...
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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...