The Talisman for ...William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Gulian Crommerlin Verplanck Elam Bliss, 1827 |
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... Isaac ; a Type of the Redeemer . From Metastasio 145 Major Egerton • 167 Sonnet : William Tell 194 The Close of Autumn 195 The Cascade of Melsingah 198 Sonnet on the Shenandoah at Harper's Ferry 228 The Legend of the Devil's Pulpit 229 ...
... Isaac ; a Type of the Redeemer . From Metastasio 145 Major Egerton • 167 Sonnet : William Tell 194 The Close of Autumn 195 The Cascade of Melsingah 198 Sonnet on the Shenandoah at Harper's Ferry 228 The Legend of the Devil's Pulpit 229 ...
Strona 144
... Verplanck. citizens should be faithlessly violated , thy name will swell the thunders of patriot eloquence , and thy example animate the valour of our nation's avengers . ISAAC ; A TYPE OF THE REDEEMER . [ From 144 DE GOURGUES .
... Verplanck. citizens should be faithlessly violated , thy name will swell the thunders of patriot eloquence , and thy example animate the valour of our nation's avengers . ISAAC ; A TYPE OF THE REDEEMER . [ From 144 DE GOURGUES .
Strona 145
... thus the purity and delicacy of his works perpetuate at once the taste and fancy of the artist , and the virtues and affections of the man . ] PART FIRST . ABRAHAM . ISAAC . Ab . No Isaac; a Type of the Redeemer From Metastasio.
... thus the purity and delicacy of his works perpetuate at once the taste and fancy of the artist , and the virtues and affections of the man . ] PART FIRST . ABRAHAM . ISAAC . Ab . No Isaac; a Type of the Redeemer From Metastasio.
Strona 146
... ISAAC . Ab . No more , my son ; now more than half the night O'er us forgetful of the hours , and held In sweet discourse , hath past , Thee the desire Of knowledge , me the love to see thee thus Hang on my lips attentive , hath so long ...
... ISAAC . Ab . No more , my son ; now more than half the night O'er us forgetful of the hours , and held In sweet discourse , hath past , Thee the desire Of knowledge , me the love to see thee thus Hang on my lips attentive , hath so long ...
Strona 147
... creeps into the heart , And turns to poison the best gifts of heaven . Is . I feel my soul from such contagion free . I feel - but I may be deceived ; for who Knows thoroughly his own heart ? Thou didst not speak ISAAC . 147.
... creeps into the heart , And turns to poison the best gifts of heaven . Is . I feel my soul from such contagion free . I feel - but I may be deceived ; for who Knows thoroughly his own heart ? Thou didst not speak ISAAC . 147.
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Strona ii - Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned ; " and also to an act. entitled, " An act, supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietor? of such copies, during the times therein mentioned...
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Strona 193 - 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. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Strona 193 - 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.
Strona 262 - Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines When satire and censure encircled his throne, I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own : But now he is gone, and we want a detector, Our Dodds...
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Strona 192 - WILLIAM TELL. CHAINS may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, TELL, of the iron heart! they could not tame ! For thou wert of the mountains ; they proclaim The everlasting creed of liberty. That creed is written on the untrampled snow, Thundered by torrents which no power can hold, Save that of God, when he sends forth his cold, And breathed by winds that through the free heave*, blow.
Strona 195 - And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle...
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