American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volumen12Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1838 |
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... head , and let it pass . My client frowned I remarked at my so doing , and Fleming touched his arm and smiled . I felt at that moment that nothing could recompense me for failure . ' Witnesses were examined ; the various counsel ...
... head , and let it pass . My client frowned I remarked at my so doing , and Fleming touched his arm and smiled . I felt at that moment that nothing could recompense me for failure . ' Witnesses were examined ; the various counsel ...
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... head was never again so giddy . Favors greater than the political distinction hung upon the choice , and I entered ... heads on learning the result of the intimacy ; ' several who had hardly known me when business was dull , were ...
... head was never again so giddy . Favors greater than the political distinction hung upon the choice , and I entered ... heads on learning the result of the intimacy ; ' several who had hardly known me when business was dull , were ...
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... head in glee . How peaceful smiled that Sabbath sun ! How holy was that day begun ! When here , amid the thick woods dim , Went up the pilgrim's first low hymn ! Hush'd was the stormy forest's roar , The forest eagle screamed no more ...
... head in glee . How peaceful smiled that Sabbath sun ! How holy was that day begun ! When here , amid the thick woods dim , Went up the pilgrim's first low hymn ! Hush'd was the stormy forest's roar , The forest eagle screamed no more ...
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... head - aches and severe mortifications , sometimes burnt , and again only singed , has Time carried you ! Where didst thou learn that voice , that swell and froth of utterance ? Where that port , that measured gait , the blend- ing of ...
... head - aches and severe mortifications , sometimes burnt , and again only singed , has Time carried you ! Where didst thou learn that voice , that swell and froth of utterance ? Where that port , that measured gait , the blend- ing of ...
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... head , and seems to say , I'll queen it here no more . ' ' The ball is beautiful to me , The music is most sweet , " T is joy to see my sisters glance , Their glow - worm light'ning feet ; But Leslie is a sailor bold , And he is on the ...
... head , and seems to say , I'll queen it here no more . ' ' The ball is beautiful to me , The music is most sweet , " T is joy to see my sisters glance , Their glow - worm light'ning feet ; But Leslie is a sailor bold , And he is on 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.