American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 161840 |
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... thou- sand sciences and practical operations . The blue expanse of the air ; the green abysses of the sea ; the dark depths of the earth ; the fervors of the tropics , the rigors of the poles , and the variable clime of the temperate ...
... thou- sand sciences and practical operations . The blue expanse of the air ; the green abysses of the sea ; the dark depths of the earth ; the fervors of the tropics , the rigors of the poles , and the variable clime of the temperate ...
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... thou not measured out the lot Of love to every creature due ? Then why am I alone forgot , O Nature ! thou my mother too ? Where or in pen or forest roved , What breathing thing in air or sea , That never was at one time loved ? Oh ...
... thou not measured out the lot Of love to every creature due ? Then why am I alone forgot , O Nature ! thou my mother too ? Where or in pen or forest roved , What breathing thing in air or sea , That never was at one time loved ? Oh ...
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... thou tempting friend , be- gone ! [ on ; That still through flower - fields lead'st me Whose serpent - charm my bosom draws To venomed ruin in its jaws : I'll shun her , for it cannot be Such eyes could ever smile on me ; Nor wake those ...
... thou tempting friend , be- gone ! [ on ; That still through flower - fields lead'st me Whose serpent - charm my bosom draws To venomed ruin in its jaws : I'll shun her , for it cannot be Such eyes could ever smile on me ; Nor wake those ...
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... thou wert IV . A charm thy words , thy looks contain , That numbs their power to harm or kill ; Like chanted rage , and pictured pain , ' Tis beauty , and ' t is music still . V. For shot through eyelids plumed like those , [ share ...
... thou wert IV . A charm thy words , thy looks contain , That numbs their power to harm or kill ; Like chanted rage , and pictured pain , ' Tis beauty , and ' t is music still . V. For shot through eyelids plumed like those , [ share ...
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... thou shalt hear me first ; My swelling heart must gush , or burst : If deepest longing for thy sight , If fever ... thou mad'st That mars one smile which thou hast curled Round Beauty's lips to glad the world ! September 18 . BRIGHT ...
... thou shalt hear me first ; My swelling heart must gush , or burst : If deepest longing for thy sight , If fever ... thou mad'st That mars one smile which thou hast curled Round Beauty's lips to glad the world ! September 18 . BRIGHT ...
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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 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. 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.
الصفحة 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
الصفحة 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
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.
الصفحة 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
الصفحة 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
الصفحة 419 - 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 Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
الصفحة 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.