The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Bind 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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Side 36
... observation ; and to those came , most fortunately , into the hands who are aware how little information of the English gentleman abovemen- exists relative to the geography and tioned , ( Mr. William Willshire , ) who natural history of ...
... observation ; and to those came , most fortunately , into the hands who are aware how little information of the English gentleman abovemen- exists relative to the geography and tioned , ( Mr. William Willshire , ) who natural history of ...
Side 39
... observations ) than the surrounding is the least we can give them with so country , and consequently that its strong ... observed , " most and thence found and forced their way dreadfully . " This must be a fall or to the Atlantic Ocean ...
... observations ) than the surrounding is the least we can give them with so country , and consequently that its strong ... observed , " most and thence found and forced their way dreadfully . " This must be a fall or to the Atlantic Ocean ...
Side 42
... observed , that it was difficult to decide , whether General Washington was greater in the field or in the cabinet ... observations , he considered him at of the British navy , near the battery ; and that there were no buildings at that ...
... observed , that it was difficult to decide , whether General Washington was greater in the field or in the cabinet ... observations , he considered him at of the British navy , near the battery ; and that there were no buildings at that ...
Side 46
... observe , that the Hortus Siccus referred to , consists of several thousand plants in a very good state of preservation , and well calcu- lated to illustrate both the generic and specific characters of the plants which it contains ...
... observe , that the Hortus Siccus referred to , consists of several thousand plants in a very good state of preservation , and well calcu- lated to illustrate both the generic and specific characters of the plants which it contains ...
Side 47
... observe , that since the purchase made of the Elgin Botanic Garden has become extensively known , many persons distinguished for their knowledge and love of botanical science , have directed their attention to the State of New - York ...
... observe , that since the purchase made of the Elgin Botanic Garden has become extensively known , many persons distinguished for their knowledge and love of botanical science , have directed their attention to the State of New - York ...
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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...