The American Literary Magazine, Volumes 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... appearance and the great impression he produced nearer the superhuman than any other single effort in the annals of history . " Behold , what fire is in his eye , what fervor on his cheek ! That glorious burst of winged words ! -how ...
... appearance and the great impression he produced nearer the superhuman than any other single effort in the annals of history . " Behold , what fire is in his eye , what fervor on his cheek ! That glorious burst of winged words ! -how ...
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... appearance and character were such as are herein delineated by the artist and scholar , we need not wonder that he was the Queen's favorite . " There is a history in all men's lives Figuring the nature of the times deceased , The which ...
... appearance and character were such as are herein delineated by the artist and scholar , we need not wonder that he was the Queen's favorite . " There is a history in all men's lives Figuring the nature of the times deceased , The which ...
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... appearance feeble and stiff , or egotistic and affected . Why should they not look their audience full in the face , and speak out with fearless sincerity ? Why such con- stant fear of committing themselves in regard to such trifles as ...
... appearance feeble and stiff , or egotistic and affected . Why should they not look their audience full in the face , and speak out with fearless sincerity ? Why such con- stant fear of committing themselves in regard to such trifles as ...
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... appearance . Such were those of Ca- ligula . They had ten tiers of oars , sterns ornamented with pre- cious stones , sails of various colors , with bath - rooms , porticoes and supper - rooms , and even with a great variety of vines and ...
... appearance . Such were those of Ca- ligula . They had ten tiers of oars , sterns ornamented with pre- cious stones , sails of various colors , with bath - rooms , porticoes and supper - rooms , and even with a great variety of vines and ...
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... boat's waist . The rudder is not unlike that of a Chinese junk - heavy , high , and in appearance most unwieldy . In fact , the exhibition of the outlandish craft in American waters , would prove no poor 228 [ Oct. , ROTTERDAM .
... boat's waist . The rudder is not unlike that of a Chinese junk - heavy , high , and in appearance most unwieldy . In fact , the exhibition of the outlandish craft in American waters , would prove no poor 228 [ Oct. , ROTTERDAM .
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Page 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!