The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Tom 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... Four for the quarters , and twelve for the hour ; Ever and aye , moonshine or shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; Some say she sees my lady's shroud . The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high ...
... Four for the quarters , and twelve for the hour ; Ever and aye , moonshine or shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; Some say she sees my lady's shroud . The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high ...
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... four years , mitted a member of the College Church , when instructed chiefly by maternal in 1774 , at the age of twenty - three . care , he was able to read fluently in It is worthy of commemoration that the Bible , the proofs of his ...
... four years , mitted a member of the College Church , when instructed chiefly by maternal in 1774 , at the age of twenty - three . care , he was able to read fluently in It is worthy of commemoration that the Bible , the proofs of his ...
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... four offices , either of which is , ordinarily , considered as sufficient to engross the time and talents of one man . His system of sermons , upon the composition of which he bestowed the most anxious care , and the completion of which ...
... four offices , either of which is , ordinarily , considered as sufficient to engross the time and talents of one man . His system of sermons , upon the composition of which he bestowed the most anxious care , and the completion of which ...
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... four hundred pages , he com- pleted but three days before his de- at a time . ments . ed he could finish . He did so , and added emphatically ; —although it is not supposed with any presentiment how prophetical his words would prove ...
... four hundred pages , he com- pleted but three days before his de- at a time . ments . ed he could finish . He did so , and added emphatically ; —although it is not supposed with any presentiment how prophetical his words would prove ...
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... four of his men , fell into the hand of and they determined that , as soon as Sidi Hamet , a humane and generous . daylight appeared , they would throw Arab , who was finally prevailed upon . themselves into the hands of these peo- to ...
... four of his men , fell into the hand of and they determined that , as soon as Sidi Hamet , a humane and generous . daylight appeared , they would throw Arab , who was finally prevailed upon . themselves into the hands of these peo- to ...
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Strona 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Strona 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Strona 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Strona 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Strona 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Strona 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Strona 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Strona 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strona 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Strona 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...