The Universal Magazine, Volum 12

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Side 398 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Side 208 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered.
Side 398 - All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Side 177 - I shall never envy the honours which wit and learning obtain in any other cause, if I can be numbered among the writers who have given ardour to virtue, and confidence to truth.
Side 426 - That convention, however, may be terminated with twelve months' notice, at the option of either party. A treaty of amity, navigation, and commerce, between the United States and his majesty the emperor of Austria, king of Hungary and Bohemia...
Side 397 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Side 278 - Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Side 22 - SAMPSON, WILLIAM. Memoirs of William Sampson: including Particulars of his Adventures in various Parts of Europe; his Confinement in the Dungeons of the Inquisition in Lisbon, &c. &c.
Side 397 - Go, Henry, go not back, when I depart, The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move, Where my dear father took thee to his heart, And Gertrude thought it...
Side 310 - ... and makes but very little inquiry about the matter; on the contrary, if you inform him that his children are slain or taken prisoners, he makes no complaints : he only replies, " it is unfortunate ;" — and for some time asks no questions about how it happened.

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