American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 351850 |
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... Such questions , however pertinent , as they enter one ear of the world go out at the other , and no response goes up to the mountain and the lake better than this : No time , Sir , 1850. ] 7 The Thousand Islands , ' Etc.
... Such questions , however pertinent , as they enter one ear of the world go out at the other , and no response goes up to the mountain and the lake better than this : No time , Sir , 1850. ] 7 The Thousand Islands , ' Etc.
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... mountain , or down in the deep ; For the angler is watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of ... mountains and witness the dawn of a single day , on which so many eyes will open and close for the first and last time ...
... mountain , or down in the deep ; For the angler is watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of ... mountains and witness the dawn of a single day , on which so many eyes will open and close for the first and last time ...
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... mountain , and the lake that only mirrors the sun in his meridian language was not made where ye dwell , and words must give place to feeling ; but we cannot forbear to repeat our conviction that both our moral and physical natures were ...
... mountain , and the lake that only mirrors the sun in his meridian language was not made where ye dwell , and words must give place to feeling ; but we cannot forbear to repeat our conviction that both our moral and physical natures were ...
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... Mountains of the Nile , And the camel - bones that strewed the sands for many an arid mile . With my saddle for a pillow did I prop my weary head , And my kaftan - cloth unfolded , o'er my limbs was lightly spread , While beside me , as ...
... Mountains of the Nile , And the camel - bones that strewed the sands for many an arid mile . With my saddle for a pillow did I prop my weary head , And my kaftan - cloth unfolded , o'er my limbs was lightly spread , While beside me , as ...
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... mountains west of Whitehall , we descended their tor- tuous slope to ' South Bay , ' across which we were canoed , and com- menced our march over the Dresden Mountains , from the barren scalps of which , Horicon lies visible to the ...
... mountains west of Whitehall , we descended their tor- tuous slope to ' South Bay , ' across which we were canoed , and com- menced our march over the Dresden Mountains , from the barren scalps of which , Horicon lies visible to the ...
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الصفحة 56 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
الصفحة 55 - Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
الصفحة 321 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration, (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula,) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
الصفحة 287 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly — Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
الصفحة 56 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
الصفحة 152 - ... cried down by the other half, as if all depended on this particular up or down. The odds are that the whole question is not worth the poorest thought which the scholar has lost in listening to the controversy. Let him not quit his belief that a popgun is a popgun, though the ancient and honorable of the earth affirm it to be the crack of doom.
الصفحة 45 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
الصفحة 169 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks, and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven. But thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
الصفحة 325 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
الصفحة 154 - And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship? Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the temple, to haunt the senate or the market. Literature becomes frivolous. Science is cold. The eye of youth is not lighted by the hope of other worlds, and age is without honor. Society lives to trifles, and when men die we do not mention them.