The Token: A Christmas and New Year's Present, Том 1Samuel Griswold Goodrich Gray and Bowem, 1831 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... moved ; but to cause it to move itself , to impart to it an intelligent power to direct its motions whithersoever it will , this is the mysterious work of God . Nay , the bare connexion of mind with matter , is itself a mystery . The ...
... moved ; but to cause it to move itself , to impart to it an intelligent power to direct its motions whithersoever it will , this is the mysterious work of God . Nay , the bare connexion of mind with matter , is itself a mystery . The ...
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... moved slowly on , by the many shores of his rich and glorious domain . The politic , bustling , busy European passed over the theatre of my vision , and it was a theatre of merchan- dize . And then , again , the wilds of the New World ...
... moved slowly on , by the many shores of his rich and glorious domain . The politic , bustling , busy European passed over the theatre of my vision , and it was a theatre of merchan- dize . And then , again , the wilds of the New World ...
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... moved , let him go to the ocean , and worship . His choir shall be the moonlight waves , When murmuring homeward to their caves ; Or , when the stillness of the sea , Even more than music , breathes of Thee ! ' Every object in nature ...
... moved , let him go to the ocean , and worship . His choir shall be the moonlight waves , When murmuring homeward to their caves ; Or , when the stillness of the sea , Even more than music , breathes of Thee ! ' Every object in nature ...
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... moved his head from side to side , and muttered in bad Castilian- " No prisionero ! No prisionero . Morir ! " - There was no doing anything else with him , since he would not go a prisoner to the English , for fear perhaps of the pon ...
... moved his head from side to side , and muttered in bad Castilian- " No prisionero ! No prisionero . Morir ! " - There was no doing anything else with him , since he would not go a prisoner to the English , for fear perhaps of the pon ...
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... moved on from point to point as regularly as the hands of a watch . ' A wife ! ' — quoth he , casting a look of silly bashfulness all around , as if afraid of detection- A wife ! ' claimed he a second time , laughing aloud as at the ...
... moved on from point to point as regularly as the hands of a watch . ' A wife ! ' — quoth he , casting a look of silly bashfulness all around , as if afraid of detection- A wife ! ' claimed he a second time , laughing aloud as at the ...
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Стр. 32 - I am as a man that hath no strength: free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
Стр. 35 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since, their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage: their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves play.
Стр. 188 - Albeit thou dost not see my face the while. Yes — thou canst hear — and He Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, To the attentive ear like harps hath strung Heaven, and earth, and sea ! And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow ! 1.
Стр. 43 - ... inhabitants! The most desirable mode of existence might be that of a spiritualized Paul Pry, hovering invisible round man and woman, witnessing their deeds, searching into their hearts, borrowing brightness from their felicity, and shade from their sorrow, and retaining no emotion peculiar to himself. But none of these things are possible ; and if I would know the interior of brick walls, or the mystery of human bosoms, I can but guess.
Стр. 2 - District, has deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " THE CHILD'S BOTANY," In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned...
Стр. 2 - States entitled an act for the encouragement of learning hy securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the author., and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned, and also to an act entitled an act supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and...
Стр. 140 - Tis midnight — all is peace profound ! But, lo ! upon the murmuring ground, The lonely, swelling, hurrying sound Of distant wheels is heard ! They come — they pause a moment — when.
Стр. 246 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Стр. 33 - ... oft: Of every cloud which in the heavens might stir I knew the force; and hence the rough sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. What noble pomp and frequent have not I On regal decks beheld ! yet in the end I learned that one poor moment can suffice To equalize the lofty and the low. We sail the sea of life...
Стр. 41 - O that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed, nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye, and appears only a deepened shade of nothingness ! And yet I shiver at that cold and solitary thought.