The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Том 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... Gives hues they do not merit To sons of rhyme , to sons of rhyme . But place the proudest near her , Whate'er his pen , whate'er his pen , She'll say , ( be mute who hear her , ) " Mere mortal men , mere mortal men ! " Yet though unseen ...
... Gives hues they do not merit To sons of rhyme , to sons of rhyme . But place the proudest near her , Whate'er his pen , whate'er his pen , She'll say , ( be mute who hear her , ) " Mere mortal men , mere mortal men ! " Yet though unseen ...
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... give undue importance to the circumstance which had just occurred . I began to fear that Charles was in some way concerned in an unwor- thy adventure ; and a vague suspicion , which I did not like to entertain , and could not altogether ...
... give undue importance to the circumstance which had just occurred . I began to fear that Charles was in some way concerned in an unwor- thy adventure ; and a vague suspicion , which I did not like to entertain , and could not altogether ...
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... gives My body to its kindred clay . And yet at times , I know not why , There comes a foolish , feverish thought , Of where these shrivelled limbs shall lie , And where this death cold flesh shall rot , When the quick throbbing of my ...
... gives My body to its kindred clay . And yet at times , I know not why , There comes a foolish , feverish thought , Of where these shrivelled limbs shall lie , And where this death cold flesh shall rot , When the quick throbbing of my ...
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... gives me rest- Ere the lead - weights are on mine eyes , Or the white shroud is on my breast ; When the death foam is on my lip , And the death - dews are in my hair , And my clenched fingers in the grip Of agony , are clinging there ...
... gives me rest- Ere the lead - weights are on mine eyes , Or the white shroud is on my breast ; When the death foam is on my lip , And the death - dews are in my hair , And my clenched fingers in the grip Of agony , are clinging there ...
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... gives a character to the society , and every man feels its influence , whatever be his pursuits . There are here none of the professed idlers , such as you may find in Boston or Philadel- phia . The gentleman , according to the ...
... gives a character to the society , and every man feels its influence , whatever be his pursuits . There are here none of the professed idlers , such as you may find in Boston or Philadel- phia . The gentleman , according to the ...
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Страница 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Страница 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Страница 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Страница 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Страница 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Страница 244 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Страница 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Страница 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Страница 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Страница 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.