Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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Side 13
... brother feared when he ascended the throne . Soon after the death of her father , she retired to a province at a considerable distance from Cabazzo , whence she excited the people of Matamba to insur- rection . Ngolambaudi having ...
... brother feared when he ascended the throne . Soon after the death of her father , she retired to a province at a considerable distance from Cabazzo , whence she excited the people of Matamba to insur- rection . Ngolambaudi having ...
Side 14
... brother's name . " The treaty was discussed and concluded at the same audience . When it was terminated , the viceroy , as he led away the princess , remarked that the young girl who had served as a seat , still remained in the same ...
... brother's name . " The treaty was discussed and concluded at the same audience . When it was terminated , the viceroy , as he led away the princess , remarked that the young girl who had served as a seat , still remained in the same ...
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... brother , placed them in a portable shrine covered with plates of chased sil- ver , and attached a Singhisse to their worship . On every important occasion she pretended to consult the spirit of her murdered brother ! Her vengeance , as ...
... brother , placed them in a portable shrine covered with plates of chased sil- ver , and attached a Singhisse to their worship . On every important occasion she pretended to consult the spirit of her murdered brother ! Her vengeance , as ...
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... brother had died , poisoned by her agents.- But she felt no remorse . Being soon reduced to ex- It is customary at Angola , on the death of a man of consequence , for one of his concubines to be buried with him , in order to serve him ...
... brother had died , poisoned by her agents.- But she felt no remorse . Being soon reduced to ex- It is customary at Angola , on the death of a man of consequence , for one of his concubines to be buried with him , in order to serve him ...
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... brothers . My fellow fugitive was rather pursy , and thick - winded , and gave himself up as a lost man . " My dear , " said he , " if you would only slink down the hedge and fire your gun to mislead the keepers , at yonder corner of ...
... brothers . My fellow fugitive was rather pursy , and thick - winded , and gave himself up as a lost man . " My dear , " said he , " if you would only slink down the hedge and fire your gun to mislead the keepers , at yonder corner of ...
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Side 92 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Side 266 - I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
Side 131 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Side 262 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Side 410 - Twas in the calm and silent night ; The senator of haughty Rome, Impatient, urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home ; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway : What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?
Side 328 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Side 400 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art? Speak not of fate: ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Side 409 - How keen the stars! his only thought; The air how calm and cold and thin, •In the solemn midnight Centuries ago ! O strange indifference! — low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: The earth was still — but knew not why; The world was listening — unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.
Side 400 - That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Side 400 - Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...