American Quarterly Review, Том 19Robert Walsh Carey, Lea & Carey, 1836 |
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... force . Would that these were real existences , instead of subjects of fond ex- pectation , and interested panegyric . The world has , for a long time , been holding a strong conflict between experience and hope . The wisest men have ...
... force . Would that these were real existences , instead of subjects of fond ex- pectation , and interested panegyric . The world has , for a long time , been holding a strong conflict between experience and hope . The wisest men have ...
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... force - that , though unrestrained in its sphere , yet there is a control forbidding farther effort , and that its struggles become powerless before it , and seem made as if the mind were in chains . It is this incarceration of the ...
... force - that , though unrestrained in its sphere , yet there is a control forbidding farther effort , and that its struggles become powerless before it , and seem made as if the mind were in chains . It is this incarceration of the ...
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... force of a mind , that all acknowledged to be impelled by a mighty genius . In the su- periority of their present power , in the newly acquired compass of their minds , their career seems an idle hour , their life a dis- tant spot in ...
... force of a mind , that all acknowledged to be impelled by a mighty genius . In the su- periority of their present power , in the newly acquired compass of their minds , their career seems an idle hour , their life a dis- tant spot in ...
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... force of a speech ; and , of course , lessens the impression . It is not a little amusing , to study the whimsical contortions of a French- man , while , with shrugging shoulders and restless eyes , he listens to , and watches the ...
... force of a speech ; and , of course , lessens the impression . It is not a little amusing , to study the whimsical contortions of a French- man , while , with shrugging shoulders and restless eyes , he listens to , and watches the ...
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... force ' on each is small , unite , and employ one physician for the whole . Every plantation is supplied with suitable me- dicines , and generally to such an extent , that some room or part of a room in the planter's house is converted ...
... force ' on each is small , unite , and employ one physician for the whole . Every plantation is supplied with suitable me- dicines , and generally to such an extent , that some room or part of a room in the planter's house is converted ...
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Стр. 431 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Стр. 432 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Стр. 424 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Стр. 425 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 426 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Стр. 108 - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth...
Стр. 430 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 277 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Стр. 278 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Стр. 108 - From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine: It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now.