The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 4;Volume 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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Pagina 2
... tell who and what he is , we need not ; for , " breathes there a man " in our country " with soul so dead , " so obscure , so willing to be argued unknown , as not to be familiar with " the fame of the name " of the celebrated John ...
... tell who and what he is , we need not ; for , " breathes there a man " in our country " with soul so dead , " so obscure , so willing to be argued unknown , as not to be familiar with " the fame of the name " of the celebrated John ...
Pagina 8
... tell Of wandering ' quacks ' like thee ! ” SUMMER IS COME . BY T. H. HOWARD . THE summer is come , with its sunlight and showers , — The summer is come , with its verdure and flowers ; With its mirth in the valley , its shout on the ...
... tell Of wandering ' quacks ' like thee ! ” SUMMER IS COME . BY T. H. HOWARD . THE summer is come , with its sunlight and showers , — The summer is come , with its verdure and flowers ; With its mirth in the valley , its shout on the ...
Pagina 17
... tell how the elder brother of this Baron had been unfortunate in matrimony . His first wife died suddenly , within a month from the celebration of their nuptials ; his second mysteriously disappeared eight days there- after ; and his ...
... tell how the elder brother of this Baron had been unfortunate in matrimony . His first wife died suddenly , within a month from the celebration of their nuptials ; his second mysteriously disappeared eight days there- after ; and his ...
Pagina 35
... tell why , Grey , but this spot throws a gloom over my feelings . As I look at those dashing surges beneath , they seem to have some connection with my future fate . Have you never felt a foreboding , a presentiment , as it were , of ...
... tell why , Grey , but this spot throws a gloom over my feelings . As I look at those dashing surges beneath , they seem to have some connection with my future fate . Have you never felt a foreboding , a presentiment , as it were , of ...
Pagina 38
... , and displaying a scar upon his breast . " What has the young Chief to say ? Can he tell the Sachem of the Eagle he did not make that mark , and not lie ? " Again the youth vouchsafed not an answer . " Is 38 THE TOTEM .
... , and displaying a scar upon his breast . " What has the young Chief to say ? Can he tell the Sachem of the Eagle he did not make that mark , and not lie ? " Again the youth vouchsafed not an answer . " Is 38 THE TOTEM .
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Pagina 245 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Pagina 11 - Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels ? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be...
Pagina 6 - There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again.
Pagina 580 - Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip.
Pagina 178 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans, laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Pagina 225 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Pagina 178 - I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Pagina 178 - In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled, — unsung ! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi...
Pagina 309 - They will bring with them the principles of the governments they leave, imbibed in their early youth; or, if able to throw them off it will be in exchange for an unbounded licentiousness, passing as is usual, from one extreme to another. It would be a miracle were they to stop precisely at the point of temperate liberty.
Pagina 580 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.