American Monthly Knickerbocker, المجلد 9Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1837 |
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... Soul , 538 554 · 572 577 586 Queen Mary's Christening : by ROBERT SOUTHEY , 338 W. 368 495 Woman , 549 Worldly Consolation , Wilson Conworth , 52 , 119 , 243 , 347 , 594 Winter Lightning , Wreck of the Mexico , Why are We Here ? - 111 ...
... Soul , 538 554 · 572 577 586 Queen Mary's Christening : by ROBERT SOUTHEY , 338 W. 368 495 Woman , 549 Worldly Consolation , Wilson Conworth , 52 , 119 , 243 , 347 , 594 Winter Lightning , Wreck of the Mexico , Why are We Here ? - 111 ...
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... soul , so early lost , and without which the world's successive scenes had been but a gallery of faded pictures , again threw its enchantment over all their pros- pects . They felt like new - created beings , in a new - created universe ...
... soul , so early lost , and without which the world's successive scenes had been but a gallery of faded pictures , again threw its enchantment over all their pros- pects . They felt like new - created beings , in a new - created universe ...
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... soul , ' cried she , ' get up and dance with me ! ' And then the four young people laughed louder than ever , to think what a queer figure the poor old doctor would cut . 6 Pray excuse me , ' answered the doctor , quietly . ' I am old ...
... soul , ' cried she , ' get up and dance with me ! ' And then the four young people laughed louder than ever , to think what a queer figure the poor old doctor would cut . 6 Pray excuse me , ' answered the doctor , quietly . ' I am old ...
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... soul , and her's was high , And bright , and stainless , as yon azure sky : Yet she was lovely ! - ' t was that loveliness That cometh from the spirit's pure excess Of ardent feeling such her face had caught , And every feature glowed ...
... soul , and her's was high , And bright , and stainless , as yon azure sky : Yet she was lovely ! - ' t was that loveliness That cometh from the spirit's pure excess Of ardent feeling such her face had caught , And every feature glowed ...
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... soul a thousand golden hues Of fancy born , upon a vanishing world : Nor heeds that all beneath Is like the baseless cloud : Mr. E.X. Ellet The imaged beauty doth not less delight , Is.not less real ; as it fades away , Fresh , fairer ...
... soul a thousand golden hues Of fancy born , upon a vanishing world : Nor heeds that all beneath Is like the baseless cloud : Mr. E.X. Ellet The imaged beauty doth not less delight , Is.not less real ; as it fades away , Fresh , fairer ...
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الصفحة 132 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 110 - CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable night, Brother to death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of...
الصفحة 423 - ... the truth, will my nose be anxious for a closer intimacy, till the fumes of your breath be a little less potent. Mercy on you, man! The water absolutely hisses down your red-hot gullet, and is converted quite to steam, in the miniature tophet, which you mistake for a stomach.
الصفحة 422 - I am the chief person of the municipality, and exhibit, moreover, an admirable pattern to my brother officers, by the cool, steady, upright, downright, and impartial discharge of my business, and the constancy with which I stand to my post. Summer or winter, nobody seeks me in vain ; for, all day long, I am seen at the busiest corner, just above the market, stretching out my arms to rich and poor alike ; and at night, I hold a lantern over my head, both to show where I am, and keep people out of...
الصفحة 105 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
الصفحة 423 - I cry aloud to all and sundry in my plainest accents and at the very tiptop of my voice. Here it is, gentlemen ! Here is the good liquor...
الصفحة 472 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
الصفحة 423 - Who next ? Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other schoolboy troubles, in a draught from the Town Pump.
الصفحة 422 - NOON, by the North clock ! Noon, by the east ! High noon, too, by these hot sunbeams which fall, scarcely aslope, upon my head, and almost make the water bubble and smoke in the trough under my nose. Truly, we public characters have a tough time of it ! And, among all the town officers, chosen at...
الصفحة 567 - Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.