American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volumen12Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1838 |
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... effects of pure misfortune : but what we call misfortunes , too often are occasioned by imprudence or inatten- tion . Afflictions must come , according to the order of nature . Sick- ness distresses our friends , as well as ourselves ...
... effects of pure misfortune : but what we call misfortunes , too often are occasioned by imprudence or inatten- tion . Afflictions must come , according to the order of nature . Sick- ness distresses our friends , as well as ourselves ...
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... effects of the Crusades upon literature , though not immediate , were no less salutary . Philosophers have moralized , scholars have wept , over the deplorable , the degrading ignorance of the tenth and eleventh centuries . Science ...
... effects of the Crusades upon literature , though not immediate , were no less salutary . Philosophers have moralized , scholars have wept , over the deplorable , the degrading ignorance of the tenth and eleventh centuries . Science ...
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... effects ; and our feelings and sympathies cannot but be gratified at their final success . - It was sunset . The rich mellow light streamed in a thousand va- riegated hues over Olivet's green top , the holy city , and the Christian camp ...
... effects ; and our feelings and sympathies cannot but be gratified at their final success . - It was sunset . The rich mellow light streamed in a thousand va- riegated hues over Olivet's green top , the holy city , and the Christian camp ...
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... effect wrought upon me , and the passiveness with which I abandoned my- self to the sway of the senses . Not one there was more ravished by the outward circumstance and show . I thought of Rome's thousand years , of her power , her ...
... effect wrought upon me , and the passiveness with which I abandoned my- self to the sway of the senses . Not one there was more ravished by the outward circumstance and show . I thought of Rome's thousand years , of her power , her ...
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... effect . My prayers never reach heaven nor the consciences of those who hear . Probus , they say , is growing worldly . His heart burns no longer within him . His zeal is cold . We must look to Macer . I fear , lady , that the ...
... effect . My prayers never reach heaven nor the consciences of those who hear . Probus , they say , is growing worldly . His heart burns no longer within him . His zeal is cold . We must look to Macer . I fear , lady , that the ...
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Página 189 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Página 540 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
Página 274 - Fire is in each he expends : one grinding in the mill of Industry ; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science ; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow. Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in longdrawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through...
Página 534 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Página 189 - Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take...
Página 534 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 189 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 167 - The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. Comprising the Details of a Mutiny and Atrocious Butchery on Board the American Brig Grampus, on her Way to the South Seas, in the Month of June, 1827.
Página 200 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 165 - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.