The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 25Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1845 - American periodicals |
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... give warning that I must exchange the reality for the fiction of life , and dress for a new part . THEATRICAL ESPRIT DE - CORPS : AN UNEXPECTED HONOR : 80WERBY . A MOST absurd circumstance occurred to me on my return to Bristol from ...
... give warning that I must exchange the reality for the fiction of life , and dress for a new part . THEATRICAL ESPRIT DE - CORPS : AN UNEXPECTED HONOR : 80WERBY . A MOST absurd circumstance occurred to me on my return to Bristol from ...
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... give him the choice of three names to select from ; and if he should fortunately hit upon the right one , I have no doubt it will be some satisfaction to the injured individual . If it were not Scowton , it might have been Richardson ...
... give him the choice of three names to select from ; and if he should fortunately hit upon the right one , I have no doubt it will be some satisfaction to the injured individual . If it were not Scowton , it might have been Richardson ...
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... give place to the serene and fadeless Light of Life ! ' Sister , the tones of an Angel of Mercy are in thy voice ; and while thou hast been singing this psalm of Heaven in my ear , a dim vision of the Eternal Love has passed before me ...
... give place to the serene and fadeless Light of Life ! ' Sister , the tones of an Angel of Mercy are in thy voice ; and while thou hast been singing this psalm of Heaven in my ear , a dim vision of the Eternal Love has passed before me ...
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... give voice ! freshens the gale ; One , one is left behind ! Now fades the bark from love's long sight : That one hath left the shore . Oh ! sickly seems the bright day light , And home is - home no more ! There , memory shoots like ...
... give voice ! freshens the gale ; One , one is left behind ! Now fades the bark from love's long sight : That one hath left the shore . Oh ! sickly seems the bright day light , And home is - home no more ! There , memory shoots like ...
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... Give me , oh Father ! a way by which I may teach man how to avoid a part at least of the many sins and temptations which the Fall hath entailed upon him ! For man is not always bad ; at times he feels my better influence ; at times his ...
... Give me , oh Father ! a way by which I may teach man how to avoid a part at least of the many sins and temptations which the Fall hath entailed upon him ! For man is not always bad ; at times he feels my better influence ; at times his ...
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Page 287 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 165 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 165 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 165 - ... the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 165 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day.
Page 530 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Page 272 - It is good to make two blades of grass grow where only one grew before.
Page 509 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 530 - Wherefore it is said in the book of the wars of the Lord, What he did in the Red Sea, and in the brooks of Arnon, 15 And at the stream of the brooks that goeth down to the dwelling of Ar, and lieth upon the border of Moab.
Page 165 - We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seem'd to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her quiet...