The United States Democratic Review, Volume 16J.& H.G. Langley, 1845 - United States Vols. 1-3, 5-8 contain the political and literary portions; v. 4 the historical register department, of the numbers published from Oct. 1837 to Dec. 1840. |
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... never dozes or nods , even in the summer noon ; nor does he fall asleep in the most crickety nights , but winks , with that iron top of his , at all the stars , as they come up , one by one ; and outwatches them all . There he is ...
... never dozes or nods , even in the summer noon ; nor does he fall asleep in the most crickety nights , but winks , with that iron top of his , at all the stars , as they come up , one by one ; and outwatches them all . There he is ...
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... never yet occurred , and of whose occurrence no historical analogy justifies the expectation . No higher idea has yet been gene- rally entertained of the equality with which all men are said to be endowed , than as political equality ...
... never yet occurred , and of whose occurrence no historical analogy justifies the expectation . No higher idea has yet been gene- rally entertained of the equality with which all men are said to be endowed , than as political equality ...
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... never dis- missed him unrewarded , and he often carried home valuable presents in mo- ney and linen stuffs or other necessaries which the doctor would give him . Thus lived the young man for some years in the chief city of Frangistan ...
... never dis- missed him unrewarded , and he often carried home valuable presents in mo- ney and linen stuffs or other necessaries which the doctor would give him . Thus lived the young man for some years in the chief city of Frangistan ...
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... never saw it more glossy and beautiful . Those long , soft , rich curls are very becoming ; and , in short , you are look- ing your very prettiest . I pity poor Tom Heyworth if he is at Langley's to - night . ' " You need not talk of ...
... never saw it more glossy and beautiful . Those long , soft , rich curls are very becoming ; and , in short , you are look- ing your very prettiest . I pity poor Tom Heyworth if he is at Langley's to - night . ' " You need not talk of ...
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... never liked those girls , nor indeed any of the family -they were so vain and self - sufficient . " " Oh , they were nice enough girls ; pretty and pleasant too , " answered Heyworth , " only they were spoilt by the atmosphere of ...
... never liked those girls , nor indeed any of the family -they were so vain and self - sufficient . " " Oh , they were nice enough girls ; pretty and pleasant too , " answered Heyworth , " only they were spoilt by the atmosphere of ...
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Page 188 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 185 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 523 - ... where the inhabitants of both countries used at any time heretofore to fish. And also that the inhabitants of the United States shall have liberty to take fish of every kind on such part of the coast of Newfoundland as British fishermen shall use (but not to dry or cure the same on that island) and also on the coasts, bays, and creeks of all other of His Britannic Majesty's dominions in America...
Page 345 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 521 - Parma, the colony or province of Louisiana, with the same extent that it now has in the hands of Spain, and that it had when France possessed it ; and such as it should be after the treaties subsequently entered into between Spain and other States.
Page 607 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 188 - These are the gardens of the desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Page 87 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 357 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 374 - ... threw out her hand to warn him back. Was it his mother? But he had no power to retreat one step, nor to resist, even in thought, when the minister and good old Deacon Gookin seized his arms and led him to the blazing rock. Thither came also the slender form of a veiled female, led between Goody...