The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... pictures an artful and deceptive mix- at last be surfeited with his trash . ture of light and shade , endeavoured As they become fastidious , he will pro- to dazzle our sight and mislead our bably mend ; but whilst he can get even ...
... pictures an artful and deceptive mix- at last be surfeited with his trash . ture of light and shade , endeavoured As they become fastidious , he will pro- to dazzle our sight and mislead our bably mend ; but whilst he can get even ...
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... picture of female an- guish . The murder is committed ; and Imo . He did not hear my father's cry --- Oh all that succeeds is the utter misery , heaven --- Nor food , nor fire , nor raiment , and his child Knelt madly to the hungry ...
... picture of female an- guish . The murder is committed ; and Imo . He did not hear my father's cry --- Oh all that succeeds is the utter misery , heaven --- Nor food , nor fire , nor raiment , and his child Knelt madly to the hungry ...
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... pictures . After celebrating the empire of music over brute instinct , -its sovereign- ty over the soul , the poet proceeds , To her , Religion owes her holiest flame : Her eye looks heaven - ward , for from heaven she came . call , See ...
... pictures . After celebrating the empire of music over brute instinct , -its sovereign- ty over the soul , the poet proceeds , To her , Religion owes her holiest flame : Her eye looks heaven - ward , for from heaven she came . call , See ...
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... picture of a battle ground , where grim - visaged war ' is rioting in recent desolation , we take the following extract from General Wil . kinson's account of the action between the armies of General Gates and Gene- ral Burgoyne , on ...
... picture of a battle ground , where grim - visaged war ' is rioting in recent desolation , we take the following extract from General Wil . kinson's account of the action between the armies of General Gates and Gene- ral Burgoyne , on ...
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... picture— ' Marshal Bertrand is a great favour- ite with Mr. Warden , and he therefore endeavours to exculpate him from the charge of having , while at Elba , made overtures to the king . On this point Mr. Warden thinks count Bertrand ...
... picture— ' Marshal Bertrand is a great favour- ite with Mr. Warden , and he therefore endeavours to exculpate him from the charge of having , while at Elba , made overtures to the king . On this point Mr. Warden thinks count Bertrand ...
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Стр. 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Стр. 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Стр. 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Стр. 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Стр. 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Стр. 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Стр. 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Стр. 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...