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... thought , which tremble into exist- ence at their contemplation ? It is not unnumbered trophies that give splendour to a nation - no extent of empire , nor grandeur of achievement , can confer the inestimable glory of intellectual great ...
... thought , which tremble into exist- ence at their contemplation ? It is not unnumbered trophies that give splendour to a nation - no extent of empire , nor grandeur of achievement , can confer the inestimable glory of intellectual great ...
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... thought . The sage marked the effect which the wondrous spectacle pro- duced , and stretching out his hand towards the vast expanse , ex- claimed , " There are the elements of your National Literature— there are the stamina from which ...
... thought . The sage marked the effect which the wondrous spectacle pro- duced , and stretching out his hand towards the vast expanse , ex- claimed , " There are the elements of your National Literature— there are the stamina from which ...
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... thought the little gentleman looked somewhat piqued . " Friend , " said he , with a great appearance of dignity , " if thou dost not believe that the name it bears is not already a sufficient passport for the Knickerbocker Magazine to ...
... thought the little gentleman looked somewhat piqued . " Friend , " said he , with a great appearance of dignity , " if thou dost not believe that the name it bears is not already a sufficient passport for the Knickerbocker Magazine to ...
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... thought its texture resembled silk . * The characters were peculiar , but by a species of intuition , I was able to decypher them , without difficulty , and an ingenious machine to which it was at- tached , turned over the leaves as I ...
... thought its texture resembled silk . * The characters were peculiar , but by a species of intuition , I was able to decypher them , without difficulty , and an ingenious machine to which it was at- tached , turned over the leaves as I ...
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... thought in the deep soul that dwells ! Sultana of the skies ! if , by thy shores , No barks like ours through glossy billows glide ; If , in thy fields , no manlike form adores The power that poised thee in thy nameless pride ; If , in ...
... thought in the deep soul that dwells ! Sultana of the skies ! if , by thy shores , No barks like ours through glossy billows glide ; If , in thy fields , no manlike form adores The power that poised thee in thy nameless pride ; If , in ...
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الصفحة 402 - Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not - ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?
الصفحة 116 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up: it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
الصفحة 320 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
الصفحة 266 - YE say, they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That, 'mid the forests where they roamed, There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters, — Ye may not wash it out.
الصفحة 212 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
الصفحة 267 - Wachuset hides its lingering voice Within his rocky heart, And Alleghany graves its tone Throughout his lofty chart; Monadnock on his forehead hoar Doth seal the sacred trust, Your mountains build their monument, Though ye destroy their dust.
الصفحة 404 - Thus change the forms of being. Thus arise Races of living things, glorious in strength, And perish, as the quickening breath of God Fills them, or is withdrawn.
الصفحة 469 - But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi...
الصفحة 405 - And pools whose issues swell the Oregon, He rears his little Venice. In these plains The bison feeds no more. Twice twenty leagues Beyond remotest smoke of hunter's camp Roams the majestic brute, in herds that shake The earth with thundering steps, — yet here I meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool.
الصفحة 310 - The innocent prattle of his children takes out the sting of a man's poverty. But the children of the very poor do not prattle. It is none of the least frightful features in that condition, that there is no childishness in its dwellings. Poor people, said a sensible old nurse to us once, do not bring up their children ; they drag them up.