American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 161840 |
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... bright than those which gem the brow of Oriental night ; how have men , with all man's faculties and feelings , acted upon by all these extraordinary outward incentives , still con- tinued , from generation to generation , enveloped in ...
... bright than those which gem the brow of Oriental night ; how have men , with all man's faculties and feelings , acted upon by all these extraordinary outward incentives , still con- tinued , from generation to generation , enveloped in ...
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... bright lobelia's flaming blaze , That almost blinds the eyes that gaze : And was proud to see them placed Within the folds that girt her waist . O'er heaven now warning vapors dun Crept darkling , and put out the sun : Wrangled the ...
... bright lobelia's flaming blaze , That almost blinds the eyes that gaze : And was proud to see them placed Within the folds that girt her waist . O'er heaven now warning vapors dun Crept darkling , and put out the sun : Wrangled the ...
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... bright ; But thy sweet twilight hue that shone Softly on me , and me alone ! " T was not thy song of music clear , That rings to ravish all that hear ; But oh ! thy gently breathing tone Murmured to me and me alone ! All force , all ...
... bright ; But thy sweet twilight hue that shone Softly on me , and me alone ! " T was not thy song of music clear , That rings to ravish all that hear ; But oh ! thy gently breathing tone Murmured to me and me alone ! All force , all ...
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... bright , Than absence ' dull funereal night : The one is life of painful breath , The other , gloomy , chilly death ; And like the soul , the heart will cling To life , however sharp its sting . All lost my patience and command , Last ...
... bright , Than absence ' dull funereal night : The one is life of painful breath , The other , gloomy , chilly death ; And like the soul , the heart will cling To life , however sharp its sting . All lost my patience and command , Last ...
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... Bright were the faces , bright the skies ; With smiling heavens shone smiling eyes . The merry laugh , the silver song , Poured ceaseless as we rode along ; And Julia shone above the rest , The brightest , wittiest , merriest , best ...
... Bright were the faces , bright the skies ; With smiling heavens shone smiling eyes . The merry laugh , the silver song , Poured ceaseless as we rode along ; And Julia shone above the rest , The brightest , wittiest , merriest , best ...
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الصفحة 419 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
الصفحة 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
الصفحة 419 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped...
الصفحة 419 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
الصفحة 97 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
الصفحة 94 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home ; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion ; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught : then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
الصفحة 94 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...
الصفحة 507 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
الصفحة 149 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
الصفحة 98 - ... with such an act, he turned up his eyes, and with difficulty perceived, at an immeasurable height, a flight of condors soaring in circles in a particular spot. Beneath...