Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Tom 2Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824 |
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Strona 38
... cold and barren pilgrimage , to Marathon , and Thermopyla , and Platea . We love them , as we do the stars , but they shine upon us with a cold splendour . We must have nearer to us , the kind- ling sources of fervour and of glory . And ...
... cold and barren pilgrimage , to Marathon , and Thermopyla , and Platea . We love them , as we do the stars , but they shine upon us with a cold splendour . We must have nearer to us , the kind- ling sources of fervour and of glory . And ...
Strona 49
... complaisant " digs , " and lit himself a fire in the high - way , at the trunk of a fallen tree ; and although the weather was extremely cold , E was snoring in social unison with his bear , in THE BEAVER HUNTER . 49.
... complaisant " digs , " and lit himself a fire in the high - way , at the trunk of a fallen tree ; and although the weather was extremely cold , E was snoring in social unison with his bear , in THE BEAVER HUNTER . 49.
Strona 57
... cold to her cave , And slept without bed in her rock . No fire illumined her dismal den , Yet a tattered bible she read , For she saw in the dark with a wizzard ken , And talked with the troubled dead . And ' twas said that she muttered ...
... cold to her cave , And slept without bed in her rock . No fire illumined her dismal den , Yet a tattered bible she read , For she saw in the dark with a wizzard ken , And talked with the troubled dead . And ' twas said that she muttered ...
Strona 60
... cold winds swept the mountain's h eight , And pathless was the dreary wild , And ' mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wander'd with her child . As through the drifted snows she press'd The babe was sleeping on her breast . And ...
... cold winds swept the mountain's h eight , And pathless was the dreary wild , And ' mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wander'd with her child . As through the drifted snows she press'd The babe was sleeping on her breast . And ...
Strona 61
... cold kiss , one tear she shed , And sunk upon a snowy bed . At dawn , a traveller passed by , And saw her ' neath a snowy veil- The frost of death was in her eye , Her cheek was cold , and hard , and pale- He moved the robe from off the ...
... cold kiss , one tear she shed , And sunk upon a snowy bed . At dawn , a traveller passed by , And saw her ' neath a snowy veil- The frost of death was in her eye , Her cheek was cold , and hard , and pale- He moved the robe from off the ...
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Strona 18 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Strona 18 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Strona 250 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter...
Strona 249 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Strona 63 - And what are we That hear the question of that voice sublime ? O, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar ? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM Who drowned a world and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might.
Strona 250 - ... like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of...
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Strona 61 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Strona 102 - Tis granted, and no plainer truth appears, Our most important are our earliest years ; The mind, impressible and soft, with ease Imbibes and copies what she hears and sees, And through life's labyrinth holds fast the clue, That education gives her, false or true.
Strona 59 - The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night, Retire to their dens on the gleaming of light, And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track, For they know that their mates are expecting them back. Each bird and each beast, it is blessed in degree ; All nature is cheerful, all happy, but me.