The Southern literary messenger, Volum 91843 |
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Side 30
... light- Of all those glorious flowers , Through which , with never - ceasing flight , It wing'd a life of summer ... light thy touch , thy perch in air , Have never known thee downward fling A pearl that slept in beauty there , But left ...
... light- Of all those glorious flowers , Through which , with never - ceasing flight , It wing'd a life of summer ... light thy touch , thy perch in air , Have never known thee downward fling A pearl that slept in beauty there , But left ...
Side 31
... light than objects , more form than substance . It is proper to breathe him , and not to feed upon him . Longinus blames , in Plato , the boldness which the rhetoric of the dialogue of the subject and of the time warranted . The high ...
... light than objects , more form than substance . It is proper to breathe him , and not to feed upon him . Longinus blames , in Plato , the boldness which the rhetoric of the dialogue of the subject and of the time warranted . The high ...
Side 32
... light very sweet but borrowed , a himself ; for , all the words in it are chosen with light altogether Grecian , which the Roman has soft - care , and have their weight , their measure , their ened and enfeebled . exact number ; but ...
... light very sweet but borrowed , a himself ; for , all the words in it are chosen with light altogether Grecian , which the Roman has soft - care , and have their weight , their measure , their ened and enfeebled . exact number ; but ...
Side 35
... light of the round moon , that light smile , whose witchery so few could resist ; and as which looks on death so often and so coldly , shone they lingered , Edith's eyes encountered the gen- full upon his face , lending even more than ...
... light of the round moon , that light smile , whose witchery so few could resist ; and as which looks on death so often and so coldly , shone they lingered , Edith's eyes encountered the gen- full upon his face , lending even more than ...
Side 36
... light grows dim to my eyes ! " and Mordante sank back exhausted . Evelyn ! thine should have been the hand to press that throbbing brow - thine the words to whisper of comfort in that fearful hour ! Truly , the cup thy folly had filled ...
... light grows dim to my eyes ! " and Mordante sank back exhausted . Evelyn ! thine should have been the hand to press that throbbing brow - thine the words to whisper of comfort in that fearful hour ! Truly , the cup thy folly had filled ...
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Alice amid Anthemion appeared Aristophanes arms army beauty Braithwaite breath bright called cause character charm command dæmons dark death deep Dragut duty earth earthquake Enfield England Euripides eyes father fear feelings feet Floretta flowers France gaze Gertrude give hand happy heart Heaven honor hope hour human Irene King La Valette labor lady land Lausanne leave light lips live look lyre Maltese Mehemet Ali ment mind morning mother mountain Nancy nation nature Navy never night Nuncio o'er object officers once passed passion person Petrarch Plato pleasure Puerto Cabello racter Riego rience rose Saez scene seemed ship Sicily slaves smile song soon sorrow soul Spain spirit stood surgeons sweet tears thee Thespia thing thou thought tion truth turned voice whole William Bertram words young youth
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Side 138 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Side 364 - Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, Till there be no room, and ye be made to dwell alone in the midst of the land...
Side 386 - Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to understand him.
Side 50 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 138 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 363 - For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin; but the fitches are beaten out with a staff", and the cummin with a rod.
Side 159 - Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Side 196 - By the sweet power of music : therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Side 386 - To the great Variety of Readers. — From the most able to him that can but spell ; — there you are number'd. We had rather you were weighd...
Side 363 - Also he built towers in the desert, and digged many wells: for he had much cattle, both in the low country, and in the plains; husbandmen also, and vinedressers in the mountains, and in Carmel: for he loved husbandry.