The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Band 21Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith E. Littell, 1832 |
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... living peaceably under the security of our own admirable institutions , have exclaimed , " Why were the Poles so mad as to rise against the overwhelming power of Russia ? " The worm will turn ; and we were little surprised , though we ...
... living peaceably under the security of our own admirable institutions , have exclaimed , " Why were the Poles so mad as to rise against the overwhelming power of Russia ? " The worm will turn ; and we were little surprised , though we ...
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... living buffalo , or a fish just taken out of the river , which is covered with scales so strong , as to turn the edge of a good sa- bre . They , however , prefer the lance , in the use of which they evince great agility . The bow and ...
... living buffalo , or a fish just taken out of the river , which is covered with scales so strong , as to turn the edge of a good sa- bre . They , however , prefer the lance , in the use of which they evince great agility . The bow and ...
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... living honestly ; you may have seen him perched on some dead tree , where , too lazy to fish for himself , he watches the labour of the fishing- hawk ; and when that diligent bird has at length taken a fish , and is bearing it to his ...
... living honestly ; you may have seen him perched on some dead tree , where , too lazy to fish for himself , he watches the labour of the fishing- hawk ; and when that diligent bird has at length taken a fish , and is bearing it to his ...
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... living candidates ; but I was wrong , for mystery and secrecy always beget fear . The mad - house was another curiosity . It contains many whose brain the revolution of July , 1830 , had turned . One man , a fine youth , had travelled ...
... living candidates ; but I was wrong , for mystery and secrecy always beget fear . The mad - house was another curiosity . It contains many whose brain the revolution of July , 1830 , had turned . One man , a fine youth , had travelled ...
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... living poets of Italy who rise above the crowd of versifiers , has published a volume of Canti , or lyric and elegiac compositions , which well deserve to be noticed for their lofty sentiments as well as for the beauties of their style ...
... living poets of Italy who rise above the crowd of versifiers , has published a volume of Canti , or lyric and elegiac compositions , which well deserve to be noticed for their lofty sentiments as well as for the beauties of their style ...
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Seite 384 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 123 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 384 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 383 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. 52 And all wept, and bewailed her: but he said, Weep not: she is not dead, but sleepeth. 53 And they laughed him to scorn, knowing that she was dead. 54 And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid, arise. 55 And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway: and he commanded to give her meat.
Seite 384 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Seite 8 - They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them— She was the universe.
Seite 385 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 274 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Seite 386 - There through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming-bird.
Seite 413 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.