The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Band 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... spirit ; and from that decision , after a vain , and , in our opinion , a paltry appeal to their worst passions , he fled . We little thought that his Lordship would again have wooed so disdainful a mistress , especially when that ...
... spirit ; and from that decision , after a vain , and , in our opinion , a paltry appeal to their worst passions , he fled . We little thought that his Lordship would again have wooed so disdainful a mistress , especially when that ...
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... spirit , his affectation for several and successive efforts of his feeling , and his harshness for originality . muse , something a little newer than this The world are now growing tired of same inexhaustible self might have been their ...
... spirit , his affectation for several and successive efforts of his feeling , and his harshness for originality . muse , something a little newer than this The world are now growing tired of same inexhaustible self might have been their ...
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... spirits antitheti- B but tamely and ruggedly drawn : he is attended with. grandeur of reality overpowers the faint gleam of ... spirit antithetically mixt One moment on the mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmness fixt ...
... spirits antitheti- B but tamely and ruggedly drawn : he is attended with. grandeur of reality overpowers the faint gleam of ... spirit antithetically mixt One moment on the mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmness fixt ...
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... spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII . " Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their ...
... spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII . " Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their ...
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... Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogue ; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries ; To him the book of Night was opened wide , And voices from the abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret - Be it so . " P. 41 . crudities ...
... Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogue ; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries ; To him the book of Night was opened wide , And voices from the abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret - Be it so . " P. 41 . crudities ...
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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...