American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 161840 |
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... Avenger of Blood . By USHER PARSONS , M. D. V. 492 - By 504 · 531 The Haunted Merchant , The River of Life , 17 , 234 Whisper of One Unbeloved , 28 Woman : a Promise , 418 THE WORTH - DENHAM . DE SEVIGNE . FIVE times INDEX .
... Avenger of Blood . By USHER PARSONS , M. D. V. 492 - By 504 · 531 The Haunted Merchant , The River of Life , 17 , 234 Whisper of One Unbeloved , 28 Woman : a Promise , 418 THE WORTH - DENHAM . DE SEVIGNE . FIVE times INDEX .
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... rivers like flowing lakes , and lakes like inland oceans spread out before them ; with primeval forests , whose giant growths share the pigmy products of Europe , wooing them from their deep - voiced shades , and the azure of Italian ...
... rivers like flowing lakes , and lakes like inland oceans spread out before them ; with primeval forests , whose giant growths share the pigmy products of Europe , wooing them from their deep - voiced shades , and the azure of Italian ...
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... river , in quest of appliances to the primitive or the factitious demands of the appetite of hunger . We are naked , and lo ! another series of marvels ! Manufactures are created , and , in their turn , require and originate for their ...
... river , in quest of appliances to the primitive or the factitious demands of the appetite of hunger . We are naked , and lo ! another series of marvels ! Manufactures are created , and , in their turn , require and originate for their ...
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... rivers ; here intersected by vast burning deserts , and there by lengthened chains of lofty mountains ; and the whole bathed in the fierce rays of a torrid sun . Shows not this spectacle like the very home of fixedness and immutability ...
... rivers ; here intersected by vast burning deserts , and there by lengthened chains of lofty mountains ; and the whole bathed in the fierce rays of a torrid sun . Shows not this spectacle like the very home of fixedness and immutability ...
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... me , matured by sweet desire , No honey'd fruits of pleasure grow ; Since kindles not for me that fire Which only in one breast can glow . PASSAIC : A GROUP OF POEMS TOUCHING THAT RIVER . 1840. ] 9 Whisper of One Unbeloved .
... me , matured by sweet desire , No honey'd fruits of pleasure grow ; Since kindles not for me that fire Which only in one breast can glow . PASSAIC : A GROUP OF POEMS TOUCHING THAT RIVER . 1840. ] 9 Whisper of One Unbeloved .
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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...