Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... entered into the Portuguese withdrew their forces from the country , and set the royal prisoners at liberty ; but ... entering the throne - room , a splendid arm - chair placed for his excellency , and opposite to it a beautiful foot ...
... entered into the Portuguese withdrew their forces from the country , and set the royal prisoners at liberty ; but ... entering the throne - room , a splendid arm - chair placed for his excellency , and opposite to it a beautiful foot ...
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... entered into a treaty with the Dutch ; but she soon got tired of them and returned to the Portuguese . The missionaries pretend that it was because the latter were Catholics . The fact is , Zingha , having tried both , deemed the ...
... entered into a treaty with the Dutch ; but she soon got tired of them and returned to the Portuguese . The missionaries pretend that it was because the latter were Catholics . The fact is , Zingha , having tried both , deemed the ...
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... entered the temple of my future fame with feel- ings of real satisfaction that I was chosen to be the humble instrument of its salvation ; and , that the favour should come without alloy , I determined that its high - priest should have ...
... entered the temple of my future fame with feel- ings of real satisfaction that I was chosen to be the humble instrument of its salvation ; and , that the favour should come without alloy , I determined that its high - priest should have ...
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... entered upon tiptoe , a mode of pro- gression which he had contracted from long habit , increased daily , and it is scarcely possible for those more consequence of the creaking of shoes being particularly hostile to some of his ...
... entered upon tiptoe , a mode of pro- gression which he had contracted from long habit , increased daily , and it is scarcely possible for those more consequence of the creaking of shoes being particularly hostile to some of his ...
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... entered the county town , amidst the largest however , I thought it prudent to open a parley , and crowd I had ever witnessed . With considerable diffi- inquire his business with me . John produced an omi- culty I obtained admission to ...
... entered the county town , amidst the largest however , I thought it prudent to open a parley , and crowd I had ever witnessed . With considerable diffi- inquire his business with me . John produced an omi- culty I obtained admission to ...
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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...