American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 161840 |
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الصفحة 10
... feeling more , the more I grew , The pains its want engenders too . In crowdswhen eyes my form would scan , I scarce could feel myself a man ; And in the dance , whose joyous sight I relished with a child's delight , When eyes and ...
... feeling more , the more I grew , The pains its want engenders too . In crowdswhen eyes my form would scan , I scarce could feel myself a man ; And in the dance , whose joyous sight I relished with a child's delight , When eyes and ...
الصفحة 11
... feeling , pure and deep , O'errunning when the storm was gone , To soothe the harms her wrath had done ; As though the very storm that rushed , Had fed and filled the fount that gushed . Else had I never learned to love , Whom ...
... feeling , pure and deep , O'errunning when the storm was gone , To soothe the harms her wrath had done ; As though the very storm that rushed , Had fed and filled the fount that gushed . Else had I never learned to love , Whom ...
الصفحة 12
... feeling quite temptation - proof , When from her head the hat she drew , And to the breeze her tresses threw . She leaned against the oak for rest , With parted lips , and heaving breast ; Then laid those dangerous eyes to see , Now ...
... feeling quite temptation - proof , When from her head the hat she drew , And to the breeze her tresses threw . She leaned against the oak for rest , With parted lips , and heaving breast ; Then laid those dangerous eyes to see , Now ...
الصفحة 13
... feeling gushing o'er , That asks for love , and asks no more . Away with pause ! it is too late To dread , to shrink , to hesitate ; My doom , my fate , I must abide , And sink or swim , I'm on the tide ! Then let me revel on that brow ...
... feeling gushing o'er , That asks for love , and asks no more . Away with pause ! it is too late To dread , to shrink , to hesitate ; My doom , my fate , I must abide , And sink or swim , I'm on the tide ! Then let me revel on that brow ...
الصفحة 14
... feel : She begged me join , in her sweet way , A party for the Falls to - day : And did I yield ? oh ! yes - oh ! yes ! She smiled , and could I then do less ? Dear eyes ! be cruel as ye will , One kindly gaze secures me still ! I. Oh ...
... feel : She begged me join , in her sweet way , A party for the Falls to - day : And did I yield ? oh ! yes - oh ! yes ! She smiled , and could I then do less ? Dear eyes ! be cruel as ye will , One kindly gaze secures me still ! I. Oh ...
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الصفحة 409 - 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 409 - 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 409 - 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 409 - 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 93 - 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 90 - 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 64 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
الصفحة 75 - ... the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
الصفحة 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 90 - ... 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...