Southern Literary Messenger, Том 15Jno. R. Thompson, 1849 |
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... looks gay with flowers- The birds are glancing in the light , Or warbling in their bowers- But oh my heart is dark and chill ... look back to the rude annals of the race from which they 10 ( JANUARY , The Last Adieu . - National Ballads .
... looks gay with flowers- The birds are glancing in the light , Or warbling in their bowers- But oh my heart is dark and chill ... look back to the rude annals of the race from which they 10 ( JANUARY , The Last Adieu . - National Ballads .
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... look doubtfully at the dark shadows His dormant reason can only be awakened , stim- which surround its base . We remember , with ulated , guided and supported , by means of his sad tenderness , the valley where we sported at affections ...
... look doubtfully at the dark shadows His dormant reason can only be awakened , stim- which surround its base . We remember , with ulated , guided and supported , by means of his sad tenderness , the valley where we sported at affections ...
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... look from earth's control , imparting a consciousness of power , called into action hopes , aims and sentiments , which , unen- voked , might have long slumbered in impotent despair . This was a high service . Let it be duly honored ...
... look from earth's control , imparting a consciousness of power , called into action hopes , aims and sentiments , which , unen- voked , might have long slumbered in impotent despair . This was a high service . Let it be duly honored ...
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... look on thee , Nor mourn the fatal ruin That time hath wrought in me ! Like the sculptured stone of Paros , Soft - tinged with morning's rose , Was my cheek , where ' mid the dimples The Loves no more repose- And a glowing charm ...
... look on thee , Nor mourn the fatal ruin That time hath wrought in me ! Like the sculptured stone of Paros , Soft - tinged with morning's rose , Was my cheek , where ' mid the dimples The Loves no more repose- And a glowing charm ...
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... look out , " answered the affec - gerous , but rather those of a woman than mascu- tionate son . " When birds get ... looks like forbearance is only the cool search for the weak point of attack . herself . " " But Jack , " said the ...
... look out , " answered the affec - gerous , but rather those of a woman than mascu- tionate son . " When birds get ... looks like forbearance is only the cool search for the weak point of attack . herself . " " But Jack , " said the ...
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Стр. 118 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. . But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Стр. 293 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Стр. 297 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
Стр. 118 - How far in the discharge of my official duties I have been guided by the principles which have been delineated, the public records and other evidences of my conduct must witness to you and to the world.
Стр. 277 - But now all is to be changed. All the pleasing illusions which made power gentle and obedience liberal, which harmonized the different shades of life, and which, by a bland assimilation, incorporated into politics the sentiments which beautify and soften private society, are to be dissolved by this new conquering empire of light and reason. All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off.
Стр. 297 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Стр. 118 - Whatever they may be, I fervently beseech the Almighty to avert or mitigate the evils, to which they may tend. I shall also carry with me the hope that my country will never cease to view them with indulgence...
Стр. 276 - He made an administration so checkered and speckled, he put together a piece of joinery so crossly indented and whimsically dovetailed ; a cabinet so variously inlaid ; such a piece of diversified mosaic; such a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone and there a bit of white...
Стр. 143 - ... he that can, with Epicurus, content his ideas with the films and images that fly off upon his senses from the superficies of things ; such a man, truly wise, creams off nature, leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up. This is the sublime and refined point of felicity, called the possession of being well deceived ; the serene peaceful state of being a fool among knaves.
Стр. 191 - There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby Rudge, Three fifths of him genius and two fifths sheer fudge, Who talks like a book of iambs and pentameters, In a way to make people of common sense damn metres, Who has written some things quite the best of their kind, But the heart somehow seems all squeezed out by the mind, Who — But hey-day!