The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... Known unto all , -or hope and dread allay'd By slumber , on one pillow , -- in the dust , Which , thus much we are sure , must lie decay'd ; And when it shall revive , as is our trust , ' Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just ...
... Known unto all , -or hope and dread allay'd By slumber , on one pillow , -- in the dust , Which , thus much we are sure , must lie decay'd ; And when it shall revive , as is our trust , ' Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just ...
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... known to our readers under the name thrown off the disguise of a fictitious of Dennis Jasper Murphy , as the au- name , under which he had long success- thor of the Wild Irish Boy , the Fatal fully cloaked himself , he has been de ...
... known to our readers under the name thrown off the disguise of a fictitious of Dennis Jasper Murphy , as the au- name , under which he had long success- thor of the Wild Irish Boy , the Fatal fully cloaked himself , he has been de ...
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... known it well - and she was wedded - wed- ded --- -Was there no name in hell's dark catalogue To brand thee with , but mine immortal foe's- And did I ' scape from war , and want , and famine , To perish by the falsehood of a woman ...
... known it well - and she was wedded - wed- ded --- -Was there no name in hell's dark catalogue To brand thee with , but mine immortal foe's- And did I ' scape from war , and want , and famine , To perish by the falsehood of a woman ...
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... known him well , alludes to the similarity of his case to that of the " star - bright apostate ; " and the main ground of his implacable hostility to Lord Aldobrand is the patriotic office with which he is invested of preventing him ...
... known him well , alludes to the similarity of his case to that of the " star - bright apostate ; " and the main ground of his implacable hostility to Lord Aldobrand is the patriotic office with which he is invested of preventing him ...
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... known of it , with annals of any age or nation ; and in certainty , but its existence , a theory point of general information , intelli- was started , by some of the philosophers gence , ingenuity , and enterprise , we of the old world ...
... known of it , with annals of any age or nation ; and in certainty , but its existence , a theory point of general information , intelli- was started , by some of the philosophers gence , ingenuity , and enterprise , we of the old world ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...