Ladies Companion and Literary Expositor: A Monthly Magazine Embracing Every Department of Literature..., Volumen9

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W. W. Snowden., 1838
 

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Página 176 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof; When the morning stars sang together, and all the Sons of God shouted for joy?
Página 226 - And bid me not depart," she cried ; " My Rudolph ! say not so ! This is no time to quit thy side — Peace ! peace ! I cannot go. Hath the world aught for me to fear, When death is on thy brow ? The world ! what means it ? Mine is here — I will not leave thee now.
Página 57 - All I tell thee is a faint picture of the reality ; the filth, the closeness of the rooms, the ferocious manners and expressions of the women towards each other, and the abandoned wickedness, which every thing bespoke, are quite indescribable.
Página 55 - Land ! O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Página 12 - Creator hath graciously bestowed upon us, the arms we have been compelled by our enemies to assume, we will, in defiance of every hazard, with unabating firmness and perseverance, employ for the preservation of our liberties; BEING WITH ONE MIND RESOLVED TO DIE FREEMEN RATHER THAN TO LIVE SLAVES.
Página 190 - At the time General Greene retreated before Lord Rawdon from Ninety-Six, when he had passed Broad river, he was very desirous to send an order to General Sumter, who was on the Wateree, to join him, that they might attack Rawdon, who had divided his force. But the General could find no man in that part of the state who was bold enough to undertake so dangerous a mission.
Página 59 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord? HAMLET. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 190 - ... information, except that she was mounted on horseback, upon a side-saddle, and on the second day of her journey she was intercepted by Lord Rawdon's scouts. Coming from the direction of Greene's army and not being able to tell an untruth without blushing...
Página 55 - INTO the Silent Land! Ah ! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land?
Página 20 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death!

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