Southern Literary Messenger, Том 10T.W. White, 1844 |
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... father's list his friends ; every gifted pen pour fourth its love hardly yields to the Greek's devotion ; but the wiley treasures and all unite to rear a monument of talent Ulysses is sent to lure the dedicated victim and her mother to ...
... father's list his friends ; every gifted pen pour fourth its love hardly yields to the Greek's devotion ; but the wiley treasures and all unite to rear a monument of talent Ulysses is sent to lure the dedicated victim and her mother to ...
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... father . His purpose is discovered ; and the youth Dies by his father's sentence , as the son And murderous agent of a hated brother . Too late the truth is known , that his own Son , Before his drunken eyes , had died in torture . Deep ...
... father . His purpose is discovered ; and the youth Dies by his father's sentence , as the son And murderous agent of a hated brother . Too late the truth is known , that his own Son , Before his drunken eyes , had died in torture . Deep ...
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... Father - Mother - Brother -- Sister- To see , in that old hall , where sorrow still May sometimes lisp my name , Joy's reign restored , Twining its columns with fresh blooming wreathes , As for one newly born ? Oh ! send me thither ...
... Father - Mother - Brother -- Sister- To see , in that old hall , where sorrow still May sometimes lisp my name , Joy's reign restored , Twining its columns with fresh blooming wreathes , As for one newly born ? Oh ! send me thither ...
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... father's to your ear : Too proudly chronicled by deeds of fame , Let it be silent till mine own appear ; When I have won my laurels I will speak , What now would bring the blush upon my cheek ! " Meanwhile , I am Don Ferdinand de Laye ...
... father's to your ear : Too proudly chronicled by deeds of fame , Let it be silent till mine own appear ; When I have won my laurels I will speak , What now would bring the blush upon my cheek ! " Meanwhile , I am Don Ferdinand de Laye ...
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... father " — " Is here , my dear child , to bless thee , " exclaim- ed the feeble old man , as tottering into the cell he cast himself upon the couch beside her . Motioning to those around to withdraw , De Mor- tier and Francois left the ...
... father " — " Is here , my dear child , to bless thee , " exclaim- ed the feeble old man , as tottering into the cell he cast himself upon the couch beside her . Motioning to those around to withdraw , De Mor- tier and Francois left the ...
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Сторінка 230 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
Сторінка 110 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Сторінка 76 - I shall make it my endeavour to preserve this government, both in church and state, as it is now by law established.
Сторінка 241 - HER arms across her breast she laid ; She was more fair than words can say : Bare-footed came the beggar maid Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stept down, To meet and greet her on her way : " It is no wonder," said the lords, " She is more beautiful than day.
Сторінка 228 - Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto ; whom no man hath seen, nor can see : to whom be honour and power everlasting.
Сторінка 398 - Now, if bits of cork or chaff, or any floating substance, be put into a basin, and a circular motion be given to the water, all the light substances will be found crowding together near the centre of the pool, where there is the least motion. Just such a basin is the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf Stream ; and the Sargasso Sea is the centre of the whirl.
Сторінка 320 - It is that in a democracy the people meet and exercise the government in person; in a republic they assemble and administer it by their representatives and agents.
Сторінка 230 - I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes; I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 103 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Сторінка 108 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...