American Monthly Knickerbocker, Том 43Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew 1854 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 86
Страница
... o'er the Dead . By JENNY MARSH ... Letters from Poplar - Hill . .614 ..9 , 272 , 498 , 575 Life and Character of William Pitt . By AARON F. PERRY .... R Love and Marriage . A Bachelor's Growl..134 Lays of Quakerdom . Mary Fisher's Visit ...
... o'er the Dead . By JENNY MARSH ... Letters from Poplar - Hill . .614 ..9 , 272 , 498 , 575 Life and Character of William Pitt . By AARON F. PERRY .... R Love and Marriage . A Bachelor's Growl..134 Lays of Quakerdom . Mary Fisher's Visit ...
Страница 7
... o'er it flung , And only broken strains are sung . A land - bird on a stormy deep , Where winds o'er billows wildly sweep , And weary pinions may not sleep : A captive at the oar of doom , And toiling through the deepening gloom , And ...
... o'er it flung , And only broken strains are sung . A land - bird on a stormy deep , Where winds o'er billows wildly sweep , And weary pinions may not sleep : A captive at the oar of doom , And toiling through the deepening gloom , And ...
Страница 13
... o'er mountain and plain , o'er the yellow desert and the blue - billowed main , but ocean , nor desert , nor tempest , nor time , have quenched my fire nor withered my rhyme . I've warbled a strain to the Bourbon race , chanting their ...
... o'er mountain and plain , o'er the yellow desert and the blue - billowed main , but ocean , nor desert , nor tempest , nor time , have quenched my fire nor withered my rhyme . I've warbled a strain to the Bourbon race , chanting their ...
Страница 18
... o'er ; Crowned with ripe groves , and traced with winding walks , Down which the evening trails its rosy fire ... O'er all the dear familiar things about my home With the deep tenderness of other days ; Over the white curve of our palace ...
... o'er ; Crowned with ripe groves , and traced with winding walks , Down which the evening trails its rosy fire ... O'er all the dear familiar things about my home With the deep tenderness of other days ; Over the white curve of our palace ...
Страница 30
... o'er us , and with clouds and storms before us , How we long for the bright days of ever - smiling , genial Spring ! When those fetters that now bind us we shall leave with joy behind us , Welcoming with joyous praises those soft days ...
... o'er us , and with clouds and storms before us , How we long for the bright days of ever - smiling , genial Spring ! When those fetters that now bind us we shall leave with joy behind us , Welcoming with joyous praises those soft days ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
admiration Anglo-Saxon asked beautiful Besançon BLIMMER Broadway called Carolus character Chaucer child dark dead dear death dinner door earth England English exclaimed eyes face father feel France French revolution FUDGE gentleman give gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven honor hope horse hour JAMES PIPES John John Biggs JOHN OF GAUNT John the Chaplain kind King KNICKERBOCKER lady land letter light live Longbow look Marcel mind MOHAMMED IV morning mother nature never New-York night o'er once passed Petrarch pipe Pitt poem poet present QUID reader remarked replied Saint NICHOLAS seemed seen smile song soon soul spirit Squire stood sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned Uncle REUBEN voice walk words young
Популарни одломци
Страница 252 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States, dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Страница 137 - 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. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light...
Страница 315 - 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.
Страница 303 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime...
Страница 303 - What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill ;And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will ; — Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day ! For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts.
Страница 340 - State prison not exceeding five years, or in a county jail not exceeding one year, or by a fine not exceeding five hundred dollars, or by both such fine and imprisonment.
Страница 303 - 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.
Страница 184 - 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.
Страница 188 - Ahasuerus. 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 goldsheathed 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 rivetted our attention.
Страница 303 - 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...