Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... give it up , I know . Because one is a crock - o - dile , and the other is crock - e - ry . " A universal burst of indignation and dismay arose “ Oh , Miss S. Waddilove ! " repeated Smithers , in a from the Pic Nickers , and gradually ...
... give it up , I know . Because one is a crock - o - dile , and the other is crock - e - ry . " A universal burst of indignation and dismay arose “ Oh , Miss S. Waddilove ! " repeated Smithers , in a from the Pic Nickers , and gradually ...
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... give , Measur'd by that lofty name , Which might make it life to live , And give vital strength to fame . That proud title , in whose view Others show a dwindled span- That which tyrants never knew— Friend of liberty and man ...
... give , Measur'd by that lofty name , Which might make it life to live , And give vital strength to fame . That proud title , in whose view Others show a dwindled span- That which tyrants never knew— Friend of liberty and man ...
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... give , in order that his sister might be treated with greater respect by those Europeans who , as they declared , had quitted their smiling and fertile Europe only from the hope of obtaining the precious stones and mines of gold buried ...
... give , in order that his sister might be treated with greater respect by those Europeans who , as they declared , had quitted their smiling and fertile Europe only from the hope of obtaining the precious stones and mines of gold buried ...
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... give them her tions . This extraordinary woman now conceived the most noble projects for the improvement of her nation ; though by nature sanguinary and cruel , she was , never- theless , a great ruler , and could display the most ele ...
... give them her tions . This extraordinary woman now conceived the most noble projects for the improvement of her nation ; though by nature sanguinary and cruel , she was , never- theless , a great ruler , and could display the most ele ...
Side 18
... give encour- agement to a race of profligates , thieves , and children- stealers . A revolting instance of this encouragement is to be witnessed at Epsom races on the part of many elegantly dressed females , and the mixture causes a ...
... give encour- agement to a race of profligates , thieves , and children- stealers . A revolting instance of this encouragement is to be witnessed at Epsom races on the part of many elegantly dressed females , and the mixture causes a ...
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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...