Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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Side 12
... called upon to furnish a testimony of her piety towards the blood - besmeared gods which she worshipped . Her father died , and his funeral was such as became an African king professing the religion of the Giagas . Two hundred innocent ...
... called upon to furnish a testimony of her piety towards the blood - besmeared gods which she worshipped . Her father died , and his funeral was such as became an African king professing the religion of the Giagas . Two hundred innocent ...
Side 13
... called upon to fulfil his promises , he eluded them un- der various pretences . The war was about to be resumed . A new vice- roy had just reached Angola . Don Juan Correa de Souza was , like a number of his countrymen at that period ...
... called upon to fulfil his promises , he eluded them un- der various pretences . The war was about to be resumed . A new vice- roy had just reached Angola . Don Juan Correa de Souza was , like a number of his countrymen at that period ...
Side 15
... called to her assistance all the Giagan tribes in the interior of Africa . They lost no time in rallying round a queen , “ whose To secure her power , she made use of the Portu- guese alliance , and her intrigues are fully related in ...
... called to her assistance all the Giagan tribes in the interior of Africa . They lost no time in rallying round a queen , “ whose To secure her power , she made use of the Portu- guese alliance , and her intrigues are fully related in ...
Side 16
... called her brother's Sing- hisse before her , she directed him to interrogate the spirit , which replied in a manner to raise the courage , not of the Queen , for her's was never shaken , but of the persons around her , whose dismay was ...
... called her brother's Sing- hisse before her , she directed him to interrogate the spirit , which replied in a manner to raise the courage , not of the Queen , for her's was never shaken , but of the persons around her , whose dismay was ...
Side 17
... called Gabu , manufactured in the country . She was almost in a sitting posture , with a rosary in her hand , and leaning upon a cushion , which one of her pages , who might have been taken for a statue , supported during several ...
... called Gabu , manufactured in the country . She was almost in a sitting posture , with a rosary in her hand , and leaning upon a cushion , which one of her pages , who might have been taken for a statue , supported during several ...
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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...