The American Literary Magazine, Volumer 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... things which filled up the story of the voyage on their return to England . Such a story " as might be expected ... thing in ru- ins , Grenville reluctantly returned . With a spirit which seemed to acquire fresh energy from disap ...
... things which filled up the story of the voyage on their return to England . Such a story " as might be expected ... thing in ru- ins , Grenville reluctantly returned . With a spirit which seemed to acquire fresh energy from disap ...
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... thing which disturbed his ease , or called his sluggish spirit to action . The former reminds us of nothing so much as a true knight of the olden time - all honor , generosity , nobleness . The latter is a Sancho Panza , waking up from ...
... thing which disturbed his ease , or called his sluggish spirit to action . The former reminds us of nothing so much as a true knight of the olden time - all honor , generosity , nobleness . The latter is a Sancho Panza , waking up from ...
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... am for hearing a vain man : for hearing only and never believing or approving , and so little account did I make of that speech of his which was my condemnation , that I never remembered any such thing 1847. ] 13 WALTER RALEIGH .
... am for hearing a vain man : for hearing only and never believing or approving , and so little account did I make of that speech of his which was my condemnation , that I never remembered any such thing 1847. ] 13 WALTER RALEIGH .
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... thing , broken only by the roar of the swollen waters , and not a living thing was to be seen on the shore . Twilight still rested on the forest , and the turbid foam - covered stream looked doubly appalling in the gloom . The rain was ...
... thing , broken only by the roar of the swollen waters , and not a living thing was to be seen on the shore . Twilight still rested on the forest , and the turbid foam - covered stream looked doubly appalling in the gloom . The rain was ...
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... thing before them . But at noon a single horseman was seen coming , in a swift gal- lop , up the road along which Greene had lately passed . Every eye watched him as he approached , and as he reined his panting steed up beside the ...
... thing before them . But at noon a single horseman was seen coming , in a swift gal- lop , up the road along which Greene had lately passed . Every eye watched him as he approached , and as he reined his panting steed up beside the ...
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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!