Southern Literary Messenger, Том 4T.W. White, 1838 |
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... soul ; Yet moments hasten by , And man heeds not their roll : In dreams forgets the hour Which silently goes on , Until ' tis past his pow'r To call back what is gone . In vain the clock doth sound Its warnings on the ear ; In folly's ...
... soul ; Yet moments hasten by , And man heeds not their roll : In dreams forgets the hour Which silently goes on , Until ' tis past his pow'r To call back what is gone . In vain the clock doth sound Its warnings on the ear ; In folly's ...
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... soul was sinking under . But he does fear- And in his very soul does hate the high Magnificent Heavens , that with their pure light Mock at his soul's thick darkness . Those two forms , That follow him , just as his shadow does , Seem ...
... soul was sinking under . But he does fear- And in his very soul does hate the high Magnificent Heavens , that with their pure light Mock at his soul's thick darkness . Those two forms , That follow him , just as his shadow does , Seem ...
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... soul . When , in the hours of silent night , The thousands of the city sleep , While , with an eye of tender light , The moon its mournful watch doth keep , — When winds , and trees , and birds are still , And nature's self in slumber ...
... soul . When , in the hours of silent night , The thousands of the city sleep , While , with an eye of tender light , The moon its mournful watch doth keep , — When winds , and trees , and birds are still , And nature's self in slumber ...
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... soul ! " Stay , father ! -- she lives ! she lives ! " cried Mary . " My own dear mother still lives to bless you ! " Among the writers of the present day , there are " What ! Julia - my wife ? still lives ! Gracious hea - none who have ...
... soul ! " Stay , father ! -- she lives ! she lives ! " cried Mary . " My own dear mother still lives to bless you ! " Among the writers of the present day , there are " What ! Julia - my wife ? still lives ! Gracious hea - none who have ...
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... soul ; not often obstinate in error , more often he break down the barriers between virtue and irresolute in virtue ; sometimes too aspiring , some- vice , and teach the rising generation , who pore times too despondent ; influenced by ...
... soul ; not often obstinate in error , more often he break down the barriers between virtue and irresolute in virtue ; sometimes too aspiring , some- vice , and teach the rising generation , who pore times too despondent ; influenced by ...
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Стр. 204 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Стр. 130 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Стр. 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Стр. 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Стр. 284 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Стр. 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
Стр. 130 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Стр. 88 - The various off rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite. Transform 'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Стр. 130 - The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye, As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue* only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.