The American Literary Magazine, Tomy 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... human effort and human energy could effect it , it should be done . His steady columns closed more threateningly and rapidly on the guard , pushing it fiercely before them , and scorning all meaner success , pressed forward for the ...
... human effort and human energy could effect it , it should be done . His steady columns closed more threateningly and rapidly on the guard , pushing it fiercely before them , and scorning all meaner success , pressed forward for the ...
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... human nature , full of pointedness and ame- nity , which , notwithstanding their strong infusion of satire and poetry , he has modestly published under the name of " discourses . " Martial , the epigrammatist , seems to have no ...
... human nature , full of pointedness and ame- nity , which , notwithstanding their strong infusion of satire and poetry , he has modestly published under the name of " discourses . " Martial , the epigrammatist , seems to have no ...
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... human virtues . But let us listen to Arcturus . My paraphrase will not exaggerate to the least degree the moral sentiment of the original . We are Jove's sentinels ; thus , every even , Posted along the azure fields of heaven , To note ...
... human virtues . But let us listen to Arcturus . My paraphrase will not exaggerate to the least degree the moral sentiment of the original . We are Jove's sentinels ; thus , every even , Posted along the azure fields of heaven , To note ...
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... humanity . " Had he lived in our day , Dante rather than Words- worth would have been his favorite . He would have been found more frequently in the studio of Michael Angelo than in that of Raphael ; yet would he not have loved the ...
... humanity . " Had he lived in our day , Dante rather than Words- worth would have been his favorite . He would have been found more frequently in the studio of Michael Angelo than in that of Raphael ; yet would he not have loved the ...
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... human nature the former borrowed his great ideal of that inimitably grand chryselephantine statue of Minerva in the Parthenon ? Thus did they create even their gods in the image of man . We seek not in this to depreciate those glorious ...
... human nature the former borrowed his great ideal of that inimitably grand chryselephantine statue of Minerva in the Parthenon ? Thus did they create even their gods in the image of man . We seek not in this to depreciate those glorious ...
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Strona 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Strona 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Strona 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Strona 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Strona 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Strona 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Strona 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Strona 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!