The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volumen1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... Italy , contains many par- visited by the Author . The Corporation of the city of New - York having , with characteristic liberality , ac- commodated the Historical Society with a suite of apartments for this purpose , they have now ...
... Italy , contains many par- visited by the Author . The Corporation of the city of New - York having , with characteristic liberality , ac- commodated the Historical Society with a suite of apartments for this purpose , they have now ...
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... ITALY . means of perfecting the mariner's compass . His discovery has been submitted to the in- vestigation of the Italian Institute , which has approved of the invention . DENMARK . CATHOLIC MISSIONARIES TO CHINA . Rome , Oct. 1 . THE ...
... ITALY . means of perfecting the mariner's compass . His discovery has been submitted to the in- vestigation of the Italian Institute , which has approved of the invention . DENMARK . CATHOLIC MISSIONARIES TO CHINA . Rome , Oct. 1 . THE ...
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... Italy , however , state that he is intent upon warlike prepara- tions , as well offensive as defensive . SPANISH AMERICA . Our accounts from the Spanish Revolu- tionary Provinces are so vague and contra- dictory , that we can gather no ...
... Italy , however , state that he is intent upon warlike prepara- tions , as well offensive as defensive . SPANISH AMERICA . Our accounts from the Spanish Revolu- tionary Provinces are so vague and contra- dictory , that we can gather no ...
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... Italy , is now felt for the first time in the Adriatic ; and , we may add , the northern lights , which have blazed over the French metropolis for a whole fortnight , in a manner attended with peculiarities never before ob- served . Let ...
... Italy , is now felt for the first time in the Adriatic ; and , we may add , the northern lights , which have blazed over the French metropolis for a whole fortnight , in a manner attended with peculiarities never before ob- served . Let ...
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... Italian Lumachella . CIRCULAR . New - York Institution , April 8th , 1817 . SIR - By request of the Mineralogical com- mittee of the New - York Historical Society , I have the honour to forward to you a notice of their intention to form ...
... Italian Lumachella . CIRCULAR . New - York Institution , April 8th , 1817 . SIR - By request of the Mineralogical com- mittee of the New - York Historical Society , I have the honour to forward to you a notice of their intention to form ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...