The United States Democratic Review, Том 16J.& H.G. Langley, 1845 Vols. 1-3, 5-8 contain the political and literary portions; v. 4 the historical register department, of the numbers published from Oct. 1837 to Dec. 1840. |
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... father to this disinterested little by - way , ) to give it a stone or a touch of a kerb ! The eye of the druggist's red bottle was bloodshot , at the corner , for one thing ; and there was a melancholy old woman carrying in a bunch of ...
... father to this disinterested little by - way , ) to give it a stone or a touch of a kerb ! The eye of the druggist's red bottle was bloodshot , at the corner , for one thing ; and there was a melancholy old woman carrying in a bunch of ...
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... father's loyal gate . " VI . Right joyfully cried Cava― " Sir Knight , my father's hall Though thousands came with Roderick , hath room , I trow , for all . Wide barrier and portcullis , my trusty liegemen , fling , And to our castle ...
... father's loyal gate . " VI . Right joyfully cried Cava― " Sir Knight , my father's hall Though thousands came with Roderick , hath room , I trow , for all . Wide barrier and portcullis , my trusty liegemen , fling , And to our castle ...
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... father's race ! Part ! part in peace , Don Roderick , and on my bended knee pray that Mary Mother thy thought may pardon thee ! " I'll V. Come , " quoth the monarch , smiling , " no more , no more delay ! We two must be in Burgos before ...
... father's race ! Part ! part in peace , Don Roderick , and on my bended knee pray that Mary Mother thy thought may pardon thee ! " I'll V. Come , " quoth the monarch , smiling , " no more , no more delay ! We two must be in Burgos before ...
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... Father shall lay the Monarch low . Welcome to Spain , oh Tarik ! From Afric's burning sands , The gates are open , Saracen , to thee and all thy bands . Pour forth thy dusky legions and sweep from shore to shore ! Smite , till the name ...
... Father shall lay the Monarch low . Welcome to Spain , oh Tarik ! From Afric's burning sands , The gates are open , Saracen , to thee and all thy bands . Pour forth thy dusky legions and sweep from shore to shore ! Smite , till the name ...
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... Father has writ- ten his attribute of Love over all the face of his creation , upon every mani- festation of his existence ; in the beams of the morning light , the evening's de- clining shadows , the gorgeous splendor of noon , and the ...
... Father has writ- ten his attribute of Love over all the face of his creation , upon every mani- festation of his existence ; in the beams of the morning light , the evening's de- clining shadows , the gorgeous splendor of noon , and the ...
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Стр. 188 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 185 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 523 - ... where the inhabitants of both countries used at any time heretofore to fish. And also that the inhabitants of the United States shall have liberty to take fish of every kind on such part of the coast of Newfoundland as British fishermen shall use (but not to dry or cure the same on that island) and also on the coasts, bays, and creeks of all other of His Britannic Majesty's dominions in America...
Стр. 345 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 521 - Parma, the colony or province of Louisiana, with the same extent that it now has in the hands of Spain, and that it had when France possessed it ; and such as it should be after the treaties subsequently entered into between Spain and other States.
Стр. 607 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Стр. 188 - These are the gardens of the desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Стр. 87 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 357 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 374 - ... threw out her hand to warn him back. Was it his mother? But he had no power to retreat one step, nor to resist, even in thought, when the minister and good old Deacon Gookin seized his arms and led him to the blazing rock. Thither came also the slender form of a veiled female, led between Goody...