The American Review: A Whig Journal, Devoted to Politics and Literature ..., Volumes 3-4

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Wiley and Putnam, 1846

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Page 427 - was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee." " 0 ! fair as the sea-flower, close to thee growing, How light was thy heart till love's witchery came, Like the wind of the South o'er a summer-lute blowing, And hushed all
Page 194 - Be still the poet's theme ! Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam : The earth to thee her incense yields, The lark thy welcome sings, When glittering in the freshened fields The snowy mushroom springs. How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain, tower and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A
Page 189 - Mais que dis-je ? mon père y tient l'urne fatale ; Le sort, dit-on, l'a mise en ses sévères mains: Minos juge aux enfers tous les pâles humains. Ah ! combien frémira son ombre épouvantée Lorsqu'il verra sa fille, à ses yeux présentée, Contrainte d'avouer tant de forfaits divers, Et des crimes peut-être inconnus aux enfers
Page 136 - Human listeners, Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place, That is fit home for thee." It is one of those strange coincidences we have before noticed—that Keats, without ever having heard his Prototype, should have yet produced the most exact and singularly minute characterization of its peculiar song—
Page 172 - would we throw open every door, fling wide every window, and lift every veil in the vast temple of nature, and, like Wisdom, " cry at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in of the doors,
Page 246 - with ? Are these the highest ? Can these bring cordial peace ? false world thou liest. . DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY. I love (and have some cause to love) the earth ; She is my Maker's creature, therefore She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my " mother nurse ;
Page 246 - to me. Without Thy presence earth gives no reflection, Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure, Without Thy presence air's a rank infection. If not possessed, if not enjoyed in Thee, Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleasure. What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me? The highest honors that the world can
Page 403 - us. But the only wise God, knows what is best. All shall work for good. Our spirits are comfortable, praised be the Lord—though our present condition be as it is. And, indeed, we have much hope in the Lord ; of whose mercy we have had large experience. On the
Page 188 - e'er Shouldst wag a serpent-tail in Smith field fair ! Like the vile straw that's blown about the streets, The needy poet sticks to all he meets ; Coached, carted, trod upon, now loose, now fast, And carried off in some dog's-tail at last. Happier thy fortunes ! like a rolling stone Thy
Page 128 - A people currish, churlish as the seas. And rude almost as rudest salvages"— yet have we men and women of us, who " Subscribe to tender objects"— who can turn away from the unholy altars of this " dark idolatry of self," to know and feed upon the beautiful in outward things. To such, thou

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