The New Monthly Magazine, المجلد 4E. Littell, 1822 |
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... heaven thou hop'st again to share In sight of her , and with thine arms to fold , Hope then ; nor of this comfort quit thy hold . - Carey . Allowing for the imperfect state of the language , the versification and style convey with ...
... heaven thou hop'st again to share In sight of her , and with thine arms to fold , Hope then ; nor of this comfort quit thy hold . - Carey . Allowing for the imperfect state of the language , the versification and style convey with ...
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... Heaven ! The Baron , and one dragoon wounded , were the only losses which we sustained , while , on the contrary , the French had about two hundred men hors de combat . After three or four days hard marching , I was sent back , with my ...
... Heaven ! The Baron , and one dragoon wounded , were the only losses which we sustained , while , on the contrary , the French had about two hundred men hors de combat . After three or four days hard marching , I was sent back , with my ...
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... heaven , while of a summer's day the superfluity of fat , like the oil of Aaron's beard , " runs down even unto the skirts of his clothing . " As a man is always delighted when he meets with any thing that tends to support an hypothesis ...
... heaven , while of a summer's day the superfluity of fat , like the oil of Aaron's beard , " runs down even unto the skirts of his clothing . " As a man is always delighted when he meets with any thing that tends to support an hypothesis ...
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... heaven - piercing towers , Through cool luxurious court , and in the shade Of summer trees that play o'er crystal fountains , He walks , as though he trod o'er moss - grown ruins , ' Mid the deep desolation of a city Already by the ...
... heaven - piercing towers , Through cool luxurious court , and in the shade Of summer trees that play o'er crystal fountains , He walks , as though he trod o'er moss - grown ruins , ' Mid the deep desolation of a city Already by the ...
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... Heaven for its slow consummation Of his dire words . I am alone : my slaves Fled at the first wild outcry ; and my women Closed all their doors against me - for they knew me Mark'd with the seal of destiny : no hand , Though I have sued ...
... Heaven for its slow consummation Of his dire words . I am alone : my slaves Fled at the first wild outcry ; and my women Closed all their doors against me - for they knew me Mark'd with the seal of destiny : no hand , Though I have sued ...
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الصفحة 530 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
الصفحة 363 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
الصفحة 135 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
الصفحة 38 - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
الصفحة 399 - The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair — A wreath that cannot fade, of flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay.
الصفحة 443 - ve sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they 've dragg'd from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old and their blood in our veins, That living, we shall be victorious, Or that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade.
الصفحة 443 - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
الصفحة 161 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
الصفحة 443 - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.
الصفحة 426 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o