Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Том 8John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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... rich , the wise , and those who trod the courts of kings . Too poor to feed his disciples , to own a home , to ride in triumph for once , to eat with his friends , or even to own a grave , —these were borrowed for him . Not able to pay ...
... rich , the wise , and those who trod the courts of kings . Too poor to feed his disciples , to own a home , to ride in triumph for once , to eat with his friends , or even to own a grave , —these were borrowed for him . Not able to pay ...
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... rich , or any thing by which they might hope to attract attention . They surrounded their teacher , and were told to go out in his name , and under his sole autho- rity ! How eagerly Peter , ardent and head- strong , listened ! How ...
... rich , or any thing by which they might hope to attract attention . They surrounded their teacher , and were told to go out in his name , and under his sole autho- rity ! How eagerly Peter , ardent and head- strong , listened ! How ...
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... rich stores , and mankind will rise up and do him homage ; Eloquence may throw his electrical wires over men , and make them thrill at his will ; Music may touch her lyre , and the heart will tremble in ecstasy : and Poetry may lift up ...
... rich stores , and mankind will rise up and do him homage ; Eloquence may throw his electrical wires over men , and make them thrill at his will ; Music may touch her lyre , and the heart will tremble in ecstasy : and Poetry may lift up ...
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... rich lock Hath parted from the mass , across her brow Pencilling its shadow . You would never guess Her state from her arraying ; at her throat The sad - hued mantle , with its falling hood , Close gathered . Best of all , I love her ...
... rich lock Hath parted from the mass , across her brow Pencilling its shadow . You would never guess Her state from her arraying ; at her throat The sad - hued mantle , with its falling hood , Close gathered . Best of all , I love her ...
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... rich man is summoned now Straight to the market - square ; Half - waked , he fiercely knits his brow , - ' You dream ! who wants me there ? ' He went defiant ; but his mood To meekness changed with speed , When in the judges ' midst he ...
... rich man is summoned now Straight to the market - square ; Half - waked , he fiercely knits his brow , - ' You dream ! who wants me there ? ' He went defiant ; but his mood To meekness changed with speed , When in the judges ' midst he ...
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Стр. 369 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Стр. 330 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Стр. 329 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Стр. 50 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 395 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Стр. 44 - Imports not, if thou reckon right; the rest From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes — perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide...
Стр. 43 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Стр. 366 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Стр. 192 - This woman and I, though we came together as poor as poor might be, not having so much household stuff as a dish or spoon betwixt us both; yet this she had for her part — The Plain Man's Pathway to Heaven and The Practice of Piety, which her father had left her when he died.
Стр. 293 - To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind ; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.