The American Monthly Magazine, Volum 4;Volum 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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... voice , which the winter made dumb , In an anthem of praise , that the summer is come . The summer is come , and the student from books And his dreams of ambition , has fled to the brooks , And the light - hearted schoolboy , from ...
... voice , which the winter made dumb , In an anthem of praise , that the summer is come . The summer is come , and the student from books And his dreams of ambition , has fled to the brooks , And the light - hearted schoolboy , from ...
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... voice could sing , Till I had listened to thine own More soft than notes of Spring . I never knew how sweet a grace In woman's form was seen , Till in thy motions I could trace The bearing of a queen . I never knew what charms could be ...
... voice could sing , Till I had listened to thine own More soft than notes of Spring . I never knew how sweet a grace In woman's form was seen , Till in thy motions I could trace The bearing of a queen . I never knew what charms could be ...
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... voices resound , and presently the company in the opposite boxes are but dimly visible through the smokey vapour ... voice . The entertainment closes with a dance or a song ; and so end the amusements of a Sunday in Zacatecas . Again ...
... voices resound , and presently the company in the opposite boxes are but dimly visible through the smokey vapour ... voice . The entertainment closes with a dance or a song ; and so end the amusements of a Sunday in Zacatecas . Again ...
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... voice adoring , Queen of Heaven , thy aid imploring- Oh ! bear his pleadings to the throne on high . Ave Maria ! morn's first bell is heard- Ave Maria ! be our city's guard ! THE TOTEM . BY A. B. STREET . CHAPTER II 34 LEAVES FROM A ...
... voice adoring , Queen of Heaven , thy aid imploring- Oh ! bear his pleadings to the throne on high . Ave Maria ! morn's first bell is heard- Ave Maria ! be our city's guard ! THE TOTEM . BY A. B. STREET . CHAPTER II 34 LEAVES FROM A ...
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... look of indescribable emotion , and then in a hoarse voice said- " My people have spoken , the pale - face must die ; " and then , as a VOL . X. 6 whoop of triumph resounded through the air , elevating his THE TOTEM . 41.
... look of indescribable emotion , and then in a hoarse voice said- " My people have spoken , the pale - face must die ; " and then , as a VOL . X. 6 whoop of triumph resounded through the air , elevating his THE TOTEM . 41.
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Side 245 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Side 11 - Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels ? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be...
Side 6 - There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again.
Side 580 - Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip.
Side 178 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans, laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Side 225 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Side 178 - I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Side 178 - In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled, — unsung ! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi...
Side 309 - They will bring with them the principles of the governments they leave, imbibed in their early youth; or, if able to throw them off it will be in exchange for an unbounded licentiousness, passing as is usual, from one extreme to another. It would be a miracle were they to stop precisely at the point of temperate liberty.
Side 580 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.