The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... mind , ( which we cannot but suspect that they were designed to create , ) that the author is capable of more than he has per- formed . It would seem as if one who could do so well , might do better . - We sincerely hope he may . of ...
... mind , ( which we cannot but suspect that they were designed to create , ) that the author is capable of more than he has per- formed . It would seem as if one who could do so well , might do better . - We sincerely hope he may . of ...
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... mind the following beautiful lines in the Lay of the Last Minstrel . " Sweet Teviot , on thy silver tide The glaring bale fires blaze no more , No longer steel clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore , As if thy waves since ...
... mind the following beautiful lines in the Lay of the Last Minstrel . " Sweet Teviot , on thy silver tide The glaring bale fires blaze no more , No longer steel clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore , As if thy waves since ...
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... minds , and their steep aim , A path to perpetuity of fame : Was , Titan - like , on daring doubts to pile Thoughts ... mind , A wit as various , gay , grave , sage , or wild , Historian , bard , philosopher , combined ; He multiplied ...
... minds , and their steep aim , A path to perpetuity of fame : Was , Titan - like , on daring doubts to pile Thoughts ... mind , A wit as various , gay , grave , sage , or wild , Historian , bard , philosopher , combined ; He multiplied ...
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... mind : for if he is not in his own se- existences to our view in the state in cret , it is scarcely probable that he ... minds , and easily to mix preface to consult the poet himself with the train of our own conceptions . about his ...
... mind : for if he is not in his own se- existences to our view in the state in cret , it is scarcely probable that he ... minds , and easily to mix preface to consult the poet himself with the train of our own conceptions . about his ...
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... mind disciplined to the duties of it even possible for the spectators to bis sacred function , we are utterly at a enter into the illusion , it should yet be loss to imagine . The indulgence of remembered that there is One , who them ...
... mind disciplined to the duties of it even possible for the spectators to bis sacred function , we are utterly at a enter into the illusion , it should yet be loss to imagine . The indulgence of remembered that there is One , who them ...
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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...