American Monthly Knickerbocker, Том 161840 |
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... face divine ; and Architecture , instead of issuing from an imagi- nation overborne and crushed by conceptions of the vast and inde- finable , is the fruit rather of an imagination buoyant and free to realize a simple and clearly ...
... face divine ; and Architecture , instead of issuing from an imagi- nation overborne and crushed by conceptions of the vast and inde- finable , is the fruit rather of an imagination buoyant and free to realize a simple and clearly ...
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... face of the world , owe more to this than to all causes beside . The individual strength and means which could effect little or nothing , are enabled , when combined , to work results that seem rather like magic than sober reality . The ...
... face of the world , owe more to this than to all causes beside . The individual strength and means which could effect little or nothing , are enabled , when combined , to work results that seem rather like magic than sober reality . The ...
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... face , With nostrils thin , lips loosely shut , By Nature's chisel cleanly cut , Which , when caprice turned playful out , Would more than curl , yet scarce would pout : With dark - not dark as midnight - hair , Her skin was more than ...
... face , With nostrils thin , lips loosely shut , By Nature's chisel cleanly cut , Which , when caprice turned playful out , Would more than curl , yet scarce would pout : With dark - not dark as midnight - hair , Her skin was more than ...
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... face ? Young hearts , beware ! that dread a wound , For even the church is dangerous ground , When placed athwart a vision fair , Just seated within eye - shot there : In neatest dress , with bonnet sweet , Flung loose to chase the ...
... face ? Young hearts , beware ! that dread a wound , For even the church is dangerous ground , When placed athwart a vision fair , Just seated within eye - shot there : In neatest dress , with bonnet sweet , Flung loose to chase the ...
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... faces , bright the skies ; With smiling heavens shone smiling eyes . The merry laugh , the silver song , Poured ceaseless as we rode along ; And Julia shone above the rest , The brightest , wittiest , merriest , best . But rarely I to ...
... faces , bright the skies ; With smiling heavens shone smiling eyes . The merry laugh , the silver song , Poured ceaseless as we rode along ; And Julia shone above the rest , The brightest , wittiest , merriest , best . But rarely I to ...
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Стр. 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Стр. 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Стр. 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Стр. 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Стр. 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Стр. 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Стр. 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Стр. 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Стр. 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.