Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... hope soon to know your for help like all Boston . " darling uncle , " said Bustleton with a grin . 16 For help ? Why , did you not say that you had more succour than you wanted ? ” " It's no joke , Mr. Bustleton , to be wriggling about ...
... hope soon to know your for help like all Boston . " darling uncle , " said Bustleton with a grin . 16 For help ? Why , did you not say that you had more succour than you wanted ? ” " It's no joke , Mr. Bustleton , to be wriggling about ...
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... hope so . " “ Then , sir , you may be thankful that you were not born a cow , for how could you rear any progeny when you are such a bad calver ( carver . ) " the hand a heart - close embrace - and the happy swain planted the first kiss ...
... hope so . " “ Then , sir , you may be thankful that you were not born a cow , for how could you rear any progeny when you are such a bad calver ( carver . ) " the hand a heart - close embrace - and the happy swain planted the first kiss ...
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... hope were young , And the pulse beat at thought of fame , When high ambition's harp was strung To glory's sounding name . From Gallia's gay and sun - lit hills , Clad in the laurel and the vine , That droop their shadows o'er her rills ...
... hope were young , And the pulse beat at thought of fame , When high ambition's harp was strung To glory's sounding name . From Gallia's gay and sun - lit hills , Clad in the laurel and the vine , That droop their shadows o'er her rills ...
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... hope of obtaining the precious stones and mines of gold buried under the burning sands of Africa . From Cabazzo to Angola , a distance of three hundred miles , Zingha was carried upon the shoulders of her slaves . On her arrival at ...
... hope of obtaining the precious stones and mines of gold buried under the burning sands of Africa . From Cabazzo to Angola , a distance of three hundred miles , Zingha was carried upon the shoulders of her slaves . On her arrival at ...
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... hope . " God bless you , squire ! " cried the Smasher , pene- trated by the sight of a friend amongst so many who were hostile to him- " God bless you ! I thought you'd come to speak a good word for me . " 1 My heart rose to my throat ...
... hope . " God bless you , squire ! " cried the Smasher , pene- trated by the sight of a friend amongst so many who were hostile to him- " God bless you ! I thought you'd come to speak a good word for me . " 1 My heart rose to my throat ...
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Ali Pacha Angola Anne Boleyn appeared arms aunt beauty Bill Sykes blood bosom bright brother Bustleton called captain child cried dark daugh dead dear death discovered door Duke de Berri exclaimed eyes face fair father fear feeling galiot gaze gentleman girl give hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Jack Thompson Julius Cæsar king knew lady land Leonisa light lips live look Lord malmsey Matamba ment mind Miss morning mother mountain never night Niobe Nonsuch o'er once Paganini passed poor Portuguese replied returned round Salmon Santi scene seemed Sibyl side Simon Raven Skulker Smasher smile soon soul spirit stood sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice wife wild wine word young Zingha
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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...