The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... manners , to raise the genius , and to mend the heart . ' Not one of these objects has his lordship ever His lordship is ... manner . His exclamation , - to entertain . 1 Some folks are fond of hearing themselves chat- ter , 1817 . Lord ...
... manners , to raise the genius , and to mend the heart . ' Not one of these objects has his lordship ever His lordship is ... manner . His exclamation , - to entertain . 1 Some folks are fond of hearing themselves chat- ter , 1817 . Lord ...
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... manner . Mr. Jeffrey , the leading editor of the Edin- burgh Review , to abuse whom , he wrote his Sa- tire , and to gratify whom , he afterwards bought up the whole edition , and suppressed it . Mr. Coleridge : this sentimental ballad ...
... manner . Mr. Jeffrey , the leading editor of the Edin- burgh Review , to abuse whom , he wrote his Sa- tire , and to gratify whom , he afterwards bought up the whole edition , and suppressed it . Mr. Coleridge : this sentimental ballad ...
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... manner , place , and time of doing it , no other name could . properly describe it ) his devoted ene- my . His horrid purpose is declared to the wretched wife , whose pitiable and mad despair , on being unable to move him from his ...
... manner , place , and time of doing it , no other name could . properly describe it ) his devoted ene- my . His horrid purpose is declared to the wretched wife , whose pitiable and mad despair , on being unable to move him from his ...
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... manner as little sistent with common modesty in wo- man , and common generosity in man , as can well be imagined . But if that which ought most to soften a man towards the sufferings of a woman be the conscious- ness that he himself has ...
... manner as little sistent with common modesty in wo- man , and common generosity in man , as can well be imagined . But if that which ought most to soften a man towards the sufferings of a woman be the conscious- ness that he himself has ...
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... manner to support her constancy by the pretext , not a very new one , and in the present instance clumsily enough inserted , of a starving parent whose life was saved by the sacrifice ; and after this first sacrifice to convenience or ...
... manner to support her constancy by the pretext , not a very new one , and in the present instance clumsily enough inserted , of a starving parent whose life was saved by the sacrifice ; and after this first sacrifice to convenience or ...
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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...