The American Literary Magazine, Volumes 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... thousand to have saved his life . " Said Roger Ashton , " never did any man speak so well in times past , nor will any ever in the world to come . " The result , howev- er , as Raleigh foresaw , had been predetermined . He was con ...
... thousand to have saved his life . " Said Roger Ashton , " never did any man speak so well in times past , nor will any ever in the world to come . " The result , howev- er , as Raleigh foresaw , had been predetermined . He was con ...
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... thousand dollars for his common - place books " -probably a desultory col- lection of facts by that miracle of learning . This work at the time of his death , amounted to one hundred and sixty volumes , but was not as large at the time ...
... thousand dollars for his common - place books " -probably a desultory col- lection of facts by that miracle of learning . This work at the time of his death , amounted to one hundred and sixty volumes , but was not as large at the time ...
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... thousands of those thousand - stringed harps at once ; alter- nately elevating and subduing , thrilling and soothing , rousing them to martial fury or hushing them into unbreathing repose . And how far does an orator , thus physically ...
... thousands of those thousand - stringed harps at once ; alter- nately elevating and subduing , thrilling and soothing , rousing them to martial fury or hushing them into unbreathing repose . And how far does an orator , thus physically ...
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... thousand strings , " Forgot its melody . As one by one its numbers ceased , That mother bent to hear- That the last strain it e'er should breathe , Might fall upon her ear . And when they all were hushed and still , She wept with bitter ...
... thousand strings , " Forgot its melody . As one by one its numbers ceased , That mother bent to hear- That the last strain it e'er should breathe , Might fall upon her ear . And when they all were hushed and still , She wept with bitter ...
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... thousand miles . There were no means of reaching the posts but by canoes . and on horseback , with provisions packed for a journey of months through the wilderness . The dangers , privations and hardships , unavoidable in traversing ...
... thousand miles . There were no means of reaching the posts but by canoes . and on horseback , with provisions packed for a journey of months through the wilderness . The dangers , privations and hardships , unavoidable in traversing ...
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Page 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
Page 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Page 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Page 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Page 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Page 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Page 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!