American Monthly Knickerbocker, Bind 43Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1854 |
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Side 301 - The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of Darkness shall Receive my parting ghost ! This spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No ! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown...
Side 301 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely Man ! Some had expired in fight — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some. Earth's cities had no sound nor tread ; And ships were drifting with the dead To shores where all was dumb...
Side 184 - He strided on. Every head excepting ours was now in the dust. We remained kneeling, our hands folded, our eyes fixed on the monarch. When he drew near, we caught his attention. He stopped, partly turned towards us, — 'Who are these?' 'The teachers, great king,
Side 313 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 180 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm that every window was wide open— and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Side 143 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck; And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (.just) About our young colt's neck.
Side 184 - He came forward unattended, — in solitary grandeur, — exhibiting the proud gait and majesty of an eastern monarch. His dress was rich, but not distinctive ; and he carried in his hand the gold-sheathed sword, which seems to have taken the place of the sceptre of ancient times. But it was his high aspect and commanding eye that chiefly riveted our attention. He strided on. Every head excepting ours was now in the dust.
Side 335 - I am inclined to think, his practice, when engaged in the composition of any work, to excite thus his vein by the perusal of others, on the same subject or plan, from which the slightest hint caught by his imagination, as he read, was sufficient to kindle there such a train of thought as, but for that spark, had never been awakened, and of which he himself soon forgot the source.
Side 184 - God, who is independent of the incidents of mortality, and that beside him, there is no God; and then, with an air of indifference, perhaps disdain, he dashed it down to the ground. Moung Zah stooped forward, picked it up, and handed it to us. Moung Yo made a slight attempt to save us by unfolding one of the volumes, which composed our present, and displaying its beauty ; but his majesty took no notice. Our fate was decided. After a few moments, Moung Zah interpreted his royal master's will, in the...
Side 200 - Let me behold thee in future years ! Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, Philip, my king — A wreath, not of gold, but palm. One day, Philip, my king ! Thou, too, must tread, as we...