The Token: A Christmas and New Year's Present, Том 1Samuel Griswold Goodrich Gray and Bowem, 1831 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... sound that lie beyond it , after all dissection and analysis , are still labyrinths and regions of mystery . And that little orb , the eye , which gathers in the bound- less landscape at a glance , which in an instant measures the near ...
... sound that lie beyond it , after all dissection and analysis , are still labyrinths and regions of mystery . And that little orb , the eye , which gathers in the bound- less landscape at a glance , which in an instant measures the near ...
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... sound of laughter and shout of revelry reached me from a neighbouring ale - house , and it appeared like the discordant mockery of fiends over the wreck of kingdoms . And ever and anon , the passing breeze shook the casement of my ...
... sound of laughter and shout of revelry reached me from a neighbouring ale - house , and it appeared like the discordant mockery of fiends over the wreck of kingdoms . And ever and anon , the passing breeze shook the casement of my ...
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... sounds , in its grandeur , its beauty , its variety , its inhabitants , its uses and its mysteries , in all that strikes the sense and is immediately apprehended by the understanding . But besides all these , and lying deeper than all ...
... sounds , in its grandeur , its beauty , its variety , its inhabitants , its uses and its mysteries , in all that strikes the sense and is immediately apprehended by the understanding . But besides all these , and lying deeper than all ...
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... sound like thunder , everlastingly . ' Where are the myriads of men who have trodden its shores , and gone down to it in ships ? They are passed away . Not a single trace has been left by all their armaments . Where are the old kingdoms ...
... sound like thunder , everlastingly . ' Where are the myriads of men who have trodden its shores , and gone down to it in ships ? They are passed away . Not a single trace has been left by all their armaments . Where are the old kingdoms ...
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... of their many courses by every breeze that blows , and his name- -I will venture to say , though I know it not -is a familiar sound among - - the far separated merchants of Europe and the In- dies SIGHTS FROM A STEEPLE . 45.
... of their many courses by every breeze that blows , and his name- -I will venture to say , though I know it not -is a familiar sound among - - the far separated merchants of Europe and the In- dies SIGHTS FROM A STEEPLE . 45.
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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.