The American Literary Magazine, Tomy 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... true knight of the olden time - all honor , generosity , nobleness . The latter is a Sancho Panza , waking up from a night's debauch , and amazed to find himself surrounded by the glitter and pomp of royalty . Be- tween two such men ...
... true knight of the olden time - all honor , generosity , nobleness . The latter is a Sancho Panza , waking up from a night's debauch , and amazed to find himself surrounded by the glitter and pomp of royalty . Be- tween two such men ...
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... true life and true light , keep thee and thine , have mercy on me and teach me to forgive my perse- cutors and accusers , and send us to meet in His glorious kingdom . My dear wife , farewell . Bless my poor boy . Pray for me , and let ...
... true life and true light , keep thee and thine , have mercy on me and teach me to forgive my perse- cutors and accusers , and send us to meet in His glorious kingdom . My dear wife , farewell . Bless my poor boy . Pray for me , and let ...
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... true nobleness of personal character , he far surpassed that illustrious contemporary . If Raleigh was ambitious , an ambition ever restless and sometimes ruinous , it was a feeling which arose out of love for his country and a zeal for ...
... true nobleness of personal character , he far surpassed that illustrious contemporary . If Raleigh was ambitious , an ambition ever restless and sometimes ruinous , it was a feeling which arose out of love for his country and a zeal for ...
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... true Roman gentleman sat under his bust of Aris- totle , perusing the works of his literary friends ? Or would you choose that of Pliny the Younger , at his Laurentine villa , through whose windows the wintry sun streamed during its ...
... true Roman gentleman sat under his bust of Aris- totle , perusing the works of his literary friends ? Or would you choose that of Pliny the Younger , at his Laurentine villa , through whose windows the wintry sun streamed during its ...
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... true , but yet a Creator . The hard , jagged and shapeless rock in his hand , will grow into forms of majesty and grace and living beauty , which kings and pontiffs will reverence and be guiltless of idolatry . He can change " the blank ...
... true , but yet a Creator . The hard , jagged and shapeless rock in his hand , will grow into forms of majesty and grace and living beauty , which kings and pontiffs will reverence and be guiltless of idolatry . He can change " the blank ...
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Strona 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
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!