The American Monthly Magazine, Том 1Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... better paid - into the professions . We must depend for contributions upon clergymen , and lawyers , and statesmen , who lay literature on the shelf with their college classics , and call the little attention they give it , idleness or ...
... better paid - into the professions . We must depend for contributions upon clergymen , and lawyers , and statesmen , who lay literature on the shelf with their college classics , and call the little attention they give it , idleness or ...
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... die . The world has pleasant places , and I would hear in my last hour , the voices , and the birds , and the chance music I may have loved ; but better music , and voices of more ravishing sweetness , 6 Unwritten Music .
... die . The world has pleasant places , and I would hear in my last hour , the voices , and the birds , and the chance music I may have loved ; but better music , and voices of more ravishing sweetness , 6 Unwritten Music .
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better music , and voices of more ravishing sweetness , and far pleas- anter places , are found in heaven , and I cannot feel that it is well , or natural , to oppress the dying with the distressing wretchedness of common sorrow . I ...
better music , and voices of more ravishing sweetness , and far pleas- anter places , are found in heaven , and I cannot feel that it is well , or natural , to oppress the dying with the distressing wretchedness of common sorrow . I ...
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... better than these and the best music under Heaven is the music of the human voice . I doubt whether all voices are not capable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet ...
... better than these and the best music under Heaven is the music of the human voice . I doubt whether all voices are not capable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet ...
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... better than any other man what is beautiful , ) has sung ' those evening bells , ' in some of the most melodious of his elaborate stanzas . I remember , though somewhat imperfectly , a touching story connected with the church bells of a ...
... better than any other man what is beautiful , ) has sung ' those evening bells , ' in some of the most melodious of his elaborate stanzas . I remember , though somewhat imperfectly , a touching story connected with the church bells of a ...
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Стр. 438 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, ' Wouldst thou me ? ' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noon-tide bee, ' Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me '? — And I replied,
Стр. 267 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Стр. 434 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 433 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Стр. 267 - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
Стр. 274 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Стр. 438 - TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Стр. 260 - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
Стр. 21 - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
Стр. 168 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.