The Continental Monthly, Volume 4J.R. Gilmore, 1863 - American periodicals |
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... heart , the action of the lungs , is not manifested to the consciousness - nei- ther is the source of this intuition , which , however , gives evidence of it- self by an intuitive feeling of incessant longing . It reveals its presence ...
... heart , the action of the lungs , is not manifested to the consciousness - nei- ther is the source of this intuition , which , however , gives evidence of it- self by an intuitive feeling of incessant longing . It reveals its presence ...
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... heart , But never yet hath seen , nor e'er shall see The naked eye , thy form , as it should be ; The mind hath made thee , as it peopled heaven Even with its own desiring phantasy , And to a thought such shape and image given , As ...
... heart , But never yet hath seen , nor e'er shall see The naked eye , thy form , as it should be ; The mind hath made thee , as it peopled heaven Even with its own desiring phantasy , And to a thought such shape and image given , As ...
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... hearts to God , for whom they were created , we seek another idol -and are again deceived ! Through this bitter ... heart of all that is . It reveals itself in creation , in preservation , in destruction , in motion , in rest , in ...
... hearts to God , for whom they were created , we seek another idol -and are again deceived ! Through this bitter ... heart of all that is . It reveals itself in creation , in preservation , in destruction , in motion , in rest , in ...
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... heart responds - there must then be some- thing in them of a peculiar character , which must be one of the primal ... hearts , So Reason , Rhyme , and Rhythm . 31.
... heart responds - there must then be some- thing in them of a peculiar character , which must be one of the primal ... hearts , So Reason , Rhyme , and Rhythm . 31.
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( Who chasten and who purify our hearts , So that we would not change their sweet re- bukes For all the boisterous ... heart ! ' is written in God's own hand on everything He hath made . ' To me , the meanest flower that blows can give ...
( Who chasten and who purify our hearts , So that we would not change their sweet re- bukes For all the boisterous ... heart ! ' is written in God's own hand on everything He hath made . ' To me , the meanest flower that blows can give ...
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Page 401 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 535 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 401 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
Page 27 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Page 534 - THE DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Page 535 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth : Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce reared above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High sheltering woods and wa's maun shield, But thou beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Page 401 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will...
Page 534 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Page 486 - Its foundations are laid, its corner-stone rests, upon the great truth. that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery, subordination to the superior race, is his natural and normal condition.
Page 171 - Fresh pearls to their enamel gave, And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.