Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Том 2Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824 |
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... thou to Him , Who drowned a world , and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might . XIX . POETICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF TREES , BIRDS , BEASTS FALL OF NIAGARA . 63 The ...
... thou to Him , Who drowned a world , and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might . XIX . POETICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF TREES , BIRDS , BEASTS FALL OF NIAGARA . 63 The ...
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... thou hast nobly done , his fame would be inscribed in letters of gold , and succeeding generations would hold him in grateful remembrance . Would that some abler pen had been wielded , to canonize thy vir- tues ; but thou art welcome to ...
... thou hast nobly done , his fame would be inscribed in letters of gold , and succeeding generations would hold him in grateful remembrance . Would that some abler pen had been wielded , to canonize thy vir- tues ; but thou art welcome to ...
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... thou happy , every day is a new day , every year is a new year - new in the facilities it affords of usefulness , new in the blessings it bestows , new in the means of happiness , new in the hopes of salvation . But if thy con- science ...
... thou happy , every day is a new day , every year is a new year - new in the facilities it affords of usefulness , new in the blessings it bestows , new in the means of happiness , new in the hopes of salvation . But if thy con- science ...
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... thou left in life's best bloom " The cup of wo for me to drain . ” BYRON . BENEATH the burial clay ! Beneath the cold funereal stone- Wrapped in the mantle of decay , Thy form of graceful youth has gone ! Oh there was sorrow , long and ...
... thou left in life's best bloom " The cup of wo for me to drain . ” BYRON . BENEATH the burial clay ! Beneath the cold funereal stone- Wrapped in the mantle of decay , Thy form of graceful youth has gone ! Oh there was sorrow , long and ...
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... thou must bear , Thy heart must still assume a smile , To hide the barbed arrows there . Soon may the cold turf be thy bed- Soon may the green grass o'er thee wave- Soon may the orb thou lovest , shed His parting light upon thy grave ...
... thou must bear , Thy heart must still assume a smile , To hide the barbed arrows there . Soon may the cold turf be thy bed- Soon may the green grass o'er thee wave- Soon may the orb thou lovest , shed His parting light upon thy grave ...
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Стр. 191 - ... ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the...
Стр. 18 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Стр. 191 - Deep in the wave is a Coral Grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Стр. 43 - Robbins was a Senator in the Congress of the United States from the State of...
Стр. 18 - tis to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yon' tall, anchoring bark, Diminished to her cock ; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more ; Lest my...
Стр. 63 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 39 - Dom. 1775, The Die was Cast!!! The Blood of these Martyrs In the cause of God and their Country was the Cement of the Union of these States, then Colonies, and gave the spring to the Spirit, Firmness and Resolution of their Fellow Citizens.
Стр. 61 - mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!
Стр. 60 - For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead; But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay ; The steel of the white man hath swept them away. This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore, I will toss, with disdain, to the storm-beaten shore; Its charms I no longer obey, or invoke ; Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke.
Стр. 161 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.