Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Bind 1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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Side i
... Dressing , XXXVII . Female Frailty , 397 397 397 399 XXXVIII . Drinking after Oysters , 397 409 . 427 XXXIX . Medicinal Qualities of Wines , XL . Horses in Harness , 397 398 1 PAGE . 30-47 Lays of the Early Martyrs , Geographical.
... Dressing , XXXVII . Female Frailty , 397 397 397 399 XXXVIII . Drinking after Oysters , 397 409 . 427 XXXIX . Medicinal Qualities of Wines , XL . Horses in Harness , 397 398 1 PAGE . 30-47 Lays of the Early Martyrs , Geographical.
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... his leg . A cheering cry , a dash through the green wood , a faint scream from Miss Selina - and a couple of horses bearing Bustleton and Miss Maria A- gal . Smithers jumped up , loped on the lawn . The 6 GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE . THE.
... his leg . A cheering cry , a dash through the green wood , a faint scream from Miss Selina - and a couple of horses bearing Bustleton and Miss Maria A- gal . Smithers jumped up , loped on the lawn . The 6 GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE . THE.
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... horses nor mules at Matamba and Angola . * Instead of horses , she had robust slaves , who were kept in particular huts , under the direction of a superintend- ent : they were used for the same work as horses . The activity of this race ...
... horses nor mules at Matamba and Angola . * Instead of horses , she had robust slaves , who were kept in particular huts , under the direction of a superintend- ent : they were used for the same work as horses . The activity of this race ...
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... horse - flesh were at any rate not sufficiently successful to find them in shoes and stockings ; and the dilapidations of the tenement hinted grievously that unless fortune made some speedy revolutions in his favour , it would waive ce ...
... horse - flesh were at any rate not sufficiently successful to find them in shoes and stockings ; and the dilapidations of the tenement hinted grievously that unless fortune made some speedy revolutions in his favour , it would waive ce ...
Side 21
... horse , and desired him to jump up behind me . As ill luck would have it , we were delayed conside- rably on the road ; first by a long conversation with a friend in the house or cage - and afterwards by the ... horses MY VAGABOND DAYS . 21.
... horse , and desired him to jump up behind me . As ill luck would have it , we were delayed conside- rably on the road ; first by a long conversation with a friend in the house or cage - and afterwards by the ... horses MY VAGABOND DAYS . 21.
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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...