The American Literary Magazine, Volumer 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... leaving France at the age of twenty three . Raleigh had availed himself of all the advantages which that stirring period afforded to an ac- tive and ambitious spirit . He gave himself however but a short season of repose . Philip II ...
... leaving France at the age of twenty three . Raleigh had availed himself of all the advantages which that stirring period afforded to an ac- tive and ambitious spirit . He gave himself however but a short season of repose . Philip II ...
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... leave of his wife , he drew up a brief justification of his conduct , and then taking his Bible , wrote upon a blank leaf these lines : - " Even such is time , that takes on trust Our life , our joys , our all we have , And pays us but ...
... leave of his wife , he drew up a brief justification of his conduct , and then taking his Bible , wrote upon a blank leaf these lines : - " Even such is time , that takes on trust Our life , our joys , our all we have , And pays us but ...
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... leave an impres- sion upon the age in which they live . His personal history is in- timately associated with the history of England , during the reign of Elizabeth ; the triumph of the Protestant religion , the humilia- tion of Spain ...
... leave an impres- sion upon the age in which they live . His personal history is in- timately associated with the history of England , during the reign of Elizabeth ; the triumph of the Protestant religion , the humilia- tion of Spain ...
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... leave to foreign nations , and to mine own country after some time is passed over . " Perhaps , amid the gloom of imprisonment , and the anticipations of his own dastardly , judicial murder , there might have gleamed upon the eye of ...
... leave to foreign nations , and to mine own country after some time is passed over . " Perhaps , amid the gloom of imprisonment , and the anticipations of his own dastardly , judicial murder , there might have gleamed upon the eye of ...
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... leaves before him . ( The sheets are called " leaves " because leaves were the original materials for writing . ) They are not written on both sides , as the voluminous Pliny's are generally filled . This servant is called a " paster ...
... leaves before him . ( The sheets are called " leaves " because leaves were the original materials for writing . ) They are not written on both sides , as the voluminous Pliny's are generally filled . This servant is called a " paster ...
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Side 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
Side 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Side 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Side 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Side 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Side 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Side 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Side 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Side 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!