The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Том 17

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Стр. 96 - Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain; let all the inhabitants of the earth tremble, for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand ! A day of darkness and of gloominess; a day of clouds and thick darkness,
Стр. 54 - 1 As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt, With his prey laden, So toward the open main, Beating to sea again Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden. ' Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward
Стр. 388 - For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Стр. 52 - But when I older grew,' Joining a Corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders, ' Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out; Often our midnight
Стр. 96 - The earth shall quake before them ; the heavens shall tremble ; the sun and the moon shall be dark, and the stars shall withdraw their shining: for the day of the Lord is great and very terrible ; and who can abide it!
Стр. 52 - Skimm'd the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on. ' Oft to his frozen lair Track'dI the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Follow'd the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang
Стр. 172 - the farmer's sighs, and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
Стр. 243 - laid; The cuirass, woven of plaited reeds, And the broad belt, of shells and beads. Before, a dark-haired virgin train Chanted the death dirge of the slain ; Behind, the long procession came Of hoary men and chiefs of fame, With heavy hearts, and eyes of grief, Leading the war-horse of their chief. Stripped of his proud and martial
Стр. 172 - the north-wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Hound every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work. So
Стр. 53 - to o'erflowing. * Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me. Burning yet tender; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On

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