The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... remarks on this Drama , bave very justly availed them- selves of so fair an opportunity to ani- madvert on the gross indecorum of making the solemnity of prayer a mat- ter of mimicry . allowable only on important occasions Appeals to ...
... remarks on this Drama , bave very justly availed them- selves of so fair an opportunity to ani- madvert on the gross indecorum of making the solemnity of prayer a mat- ter of mimicry . allowable only on important occasions Appeals to ...
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... remark and commendation , in these slovenly times , that there is not a false quantity or rhyme in the whole poem . ART . 5. A Sketch of the Life and Character of President Dwight , delivered as an Eulogium , before the Academic Body of ...
... remark and commendation , in these slovenly times , that there is not a false quantity or rhyme in the whole poem . ART . 5. A Sketch of the Life and Character of President Dwight , delivered as an Eulogium , before the Academic Body of ...
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... remark and instruction , seems evident , that had Providence fruitful in the illustration of the human allotted him a station in the political character . While in the army he took world , he would have risen to the high- every proper ...
... remark and instruction , seems evident , that had Providence fruitful in the illustration of the human allotted him a station in the political character . While in the army he took world , he would have risen to the high- every proper ...
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... remarks , to specify every pro- duction of a mind so remarkable for activity , fertility , and vigour ; this may , hereafter , become the province of the professed biographer . The last work of magnitude to which Greenfield Hill gave ...
... remarks , to specify every pro- duction of a mind so remarkable for activity , fertility , and vigour ; this may , hereafter , become the province of the professed biographer . The last work of magnitude to which Greenfield Hill gave ...
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... remarks on this division of the work . In truth , from the political wallis . It would be presumptuous for me to attempt the eulogy of a man who has animadversions interwoven into the deservedly attracted the attention and very texture ...
... remarks on this division of the work . In truth , from the political wallis . It would be presumptuous for me to attempt the eulogy of a man who has animadversions interwoven into the deservedly attracted the attention and very texture ...
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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...