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Side 21
He shall fall nobly , by my hand shall fall * Whom when the good do name , they
tell their “ But still and dark the summons of his fate , beads , “ So winds the coiled
serpent round his victim . * * And when the wicked think of , they do triumph ; " Ill ...
He shall fall nobly , by my hand shall fall * Whom when the good do name , they
tell their “ But still and dark the summons of his fate , beads , “ So winds the coiled
serpent round his victim . * * And when the wicked think of , they do triumph ; " Ill ...
Side 110
50 6 immense quantity of lumber which Rome to Schoharie creek , a would be
conveyed on the contempla . fall of 132 . 85 16 ted canal , from the following
stateSchoharie creek to Albany , ment , made on the best authority , a fall of 186
30 ...
50 6 immense quantity of lumber which Rome to Schoharie creek , a would be
conveyed on the contempla . fall of 132 . 85 16 ted canal , from the following
stateSchoharie creek to Albany , ment , made on the best authority , a fall of 186
30 ...
Side 158
We think it probable , however , that it will fall in with the prevail . Manuscript
transmitted from St . Helena , ing taste ; and are ourselves , inclined to be by an
unknown Channel . Translated from in tolerable good humour , with a e the
French .
We think it probable , however , that it will fall in with the prevail . Manuscript
transmitted from St . Helena , ing taste ; and are ourselves , inclined to be by an
unknown Channel . Translated from in tolerable good humour , with a e the
French .
Side 331
The first cham - close to him , and I saw him fall on his ber is 46 feet 6 inches long
, 35 feet 3 side ; he uttered a groan - his legs were inches wide , and 22 feet 3
inches high . strongly convulsed , and I heard a rattling The second chamber is
34 ...
The first cham - close to him , and I saw him fall on his ber is 46 feet 6 inches long
, 35 feet 3 side ; he uttered a groan - his legs were inches wide , and 22 feet 3
inches high . strongly convulsed , and I heard a rattling The second chamber is
34 ...
Side 359
At the falls Callitriche terrestre , Raf . ( and Mg . ) of the Schuylkill . V . above
Cooper ' s Ferry . V . Viola Striata , wild . V . asarifolia , Mg . Callitriche cruciata ,
Raf . at GermanDitto . V . town . E . Eschynomene aspera , Mx . near Glo -
Hyacinthus ...
At the falls Callitriche terrestre , Raf . ( and Mg . ) of the Schuylkill . V . above
Cooper ' s Ferry . V . Viola Striata , wild . V . asarifolia , Mg . Callitriche cruciata ,
Raf . at GermanDitto . V . town . E . Eschynomene aspera , Mx . near Glo -
Hyacinthus ...
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Side 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Side 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Side 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Side 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Side 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Side 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Side 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Side 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1 Bind 58 af American periodical series, 1800-1850 |
| Redaktører | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley |
| Udgiver | H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Harvard University |
| Digitaliseret | 5. mar 2008 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |