American Monthly Knickerbocker, Том 131839 |
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... Wind , 131 Popular Objections to Phrenology . The Dying Hero , 134 By Dr. TICKNOR , The Old Family Clock , 145 Poetry and Prose of BURNS , 196 The Harp of L. E. L. , 150 Portrait of a Lost Friend , 308 The Huguenot , 166 - The Sublime ...
... Wind , 131 Popular Objections to Phrenology . The Dying Hero , 134 By Dr. TICKNOR , The Old Family Clock , 145 Poetry and Prose of BURNS , 196 The Harp of L. E. L. , 150 Portrait of a Lost Friend , 308 The Huguenot , 166 - The Sublime ...
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... wind rocks a forest of oaks . 6 Mr. Robbins was not by his talents about to shadow forth the coming of this great man . He was not great , but truly good . The subject which he had selected for the present occasion , was the flames of ...
... wind rocks a forest of oaks . 6 Mr. Robbins was not by his talents about to shadow forth the coming of this great man . He was not great , but truly good . The subject which he had selected for the present occasion , was the flames of ...
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... wind and stormy blast ; ice binds the place , and shuts it out from almost all communi- cation with the world . Long before this , the crowd of visitors to the island have dispersed , and in the comfort of milder climes have for- gotten ...
... wind and stormy blast ; ice binds the place , and shuts it out from almost all communi- cation with the world . Long before this , the crowd of visitors to the island have dispersed , and in the comfort of milder climes have for- gotten ...
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... wind - harp in harmony blending , What pleasure , what triumph , what joy shall be thine ! And whether thou sing of her mountains stupendous , Her valleys rich blooming , and verdure profuse , The roar of her torrents , sublime and ...
... wind - harp in harmony blending , What pleasure , what triumph , what joy shall be thine ! And whether thou sing of her mountains stupendous , Her valleys rich blooming , and verdure profuse , The roar of her torrents , sublime and ...
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... wind . A new danger now awaited me ; for the immense hull of the sloop- of - war came plunging around , bearing directly down upon me ; while her increased proximity enabled me to discern all the minutia of the ship , and even to ...
... wind . A new danger now awaited me ; for the immense hull of the sloop- of - war came plunging around , bearing directly down upon me ; while her increased proximity enabled me to discern all the minutia of the ship , and even to ...
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Страница 376 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Страница 13 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Страница 13 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My...
Страница 554 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union : on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds or drenched it may be in fraternal blood...
Страница 77 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Страница 96 - Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Страница 121 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Страница 13 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. 'They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Страница 287 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Страница 97 - Your nuts in oak-tree cleft? — 'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth! Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy!