The American Monthly Magazine, Volumen1Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... face and figure , and his utter simplicity , have had their full weight in the common estimate of his character . It was in hard contrast with the indul- gence and intellectual respect which his fine scholarship and pure heart won for ...
... face and figure , and his utter simplicity , have had their full weight in the common estimate of his character . It was in hard contrast with the indul- gence and intellectual respect which his fine scholarship and pure heart won for ...
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... faces , and I sent Job for the book when they were gone , in the hope of finding an acquain- tance among them . There were no names added , but against my own was drawn a bracket enclosing a single word ( I will whisper it in your ear ...
... faces , and I sent Job for the book when they were gone , in the hope of finding an acquain- tance among them . There were no names added , but against my own was drawn a bracket enclosing a single word ( I will whisper it in your ear ...
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... face of the only person turned to me was concealed by a veil , and I looked down with a natural instinct - there never was but one such foot in the world ! — I would have sworn to it if I had seen it in Nova Zembla . Our greeting would ...
... face of the only person turned to me was concealed by a veil , and I looked down with a natural instinct - there never was but one such foot in the world ! — I would have sworn to it if I had seen it in Nova Zembla . Our greeting would ...
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... face composed with his usual decent gravity , and in his arms — a large pine log ! He was too be- wildered to discover his mistake immediately , and swam stoutly for a minute with his prize half out of water ; but the shout of laughter ...
... face composed with his usual decent gravity , and in his arms — a large pine log ! He was too be- wildered to discover his mistake immediately , and swam stoutly for a minute with his prize half out of water ; but the shout of laughter ...
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... face , and a white towel in his hand ; the black waiters sat whittling round the forecastle , and the Hebe of the ladies ' cabin stood in the sacred door with her arms folded disconsolately across her yellow waist ribbon . Cast off ...
... face , and a white towel in his hand ; the black waiters sat whittling round the forecastle , and the Hebe of the ladies ' cabin stood in the sacred door with her arms folded disconsolately across her yellow waist ribbon . Cast off ...
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Página 438 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, ' Wouldst thou me ? ' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noon-tide bee, ' Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me '? — And I replied,
Página 267 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Página 434 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 433 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Página 267 - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
Página 274 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Página 438 - TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Página 260 - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
Página 21 - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
Página 168 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.