The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Band 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... light and shade , endeavoured As they become fastidious , he will pro- to dazzle our sight and mislead our bably mend ; but whilst he can get even judgment . He has laboured to enlist crumbs of encomium in exchange for our best feelings ...
... light and shade , endeavoured As they become fastidious , he will pro- to dazzle our sight and mislead our bably mend ; but whilst he can get even judgment . He has laboured to enlist crumbs of encomium in exchange for our best feelings ...
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... light the sunny ray ; But o'er the blackened memory's blighting dream 19 Thy waves would vainly roll , all sweeping as they scem . ' P. 28 . ' Our readers will readily call to mind the following beautiful lines in the Lay of the Last ...
... light the sunny ray ; But o'er the blackened memory's blighting dream 19 Thy waves would vainly roll , all sweeping as they scem . ' P. 28 . ' Our readers will readily call to mind the following beautiful lines in the Lay of the Last ...
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... light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good - night carol more ; LXXXVII . " He is an evening reveller , who makes His life an infancy , and sings his fill ; At intervals , some bird from out the brakes , Starts ...
... light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good - night carol more ; LXXXVII . " He is an evening reveller , who makes His life an infancy , and sings his fill ; At intervals , some bird from out the brakes , Starts ...
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... light at all events there is little in them to Through unborn ages , to endure this blight ? So soon and so successless ? As I said , offend . We do not find any passage of The Architect of all on which we tread , sufficient beauty or ...
... light at all events there is little in them to Through unborn ages , to endure this blight ? So soon and so successless ? As I said , offend . We do not find any passage of The Architect of all on which we tread , sufficient beauty or ...
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... light it both . The Christabel ' may be regard- must be acknowledged to be an amusing ed , in one point of view , as the ne plus strain of delicate irony . In fact , if the ultra of a school , of which , as it must reductio ad absurdum ...
... light it both . The Christabel ' may be regard- must be acknowledged to be an amusing ed , in one point of view , as the ne plus strain of delicate irony . In fact , if the ultra of a school , of which , as it must reductio ad absurdum ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...