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Página 61
Far less does most ingenious , courted attention on every hand . Agri- it deign ,
like Bacon , or ( may we add ) like Brougham cultural implements , the tools
proper to a hundred differ- and Everett , to drudge personally ( operarius et
bajulus ent ...
Far less does most ingenious , courted attention on every hand . Agri- it deign ,
like Bacon , or ( may we add ) like Brougham cultural implements , the tools
proper to a hundred differ- and Everett , to drudge personally ( operarius et
bajulus ent ...
Página 93
Thus she clears the “ Kentucky , ” and letter she held in her hand , to a young fair
girl , dressed runs stern - foremost towards our left , and drops far ben in deep
mourning , who was seated beside her . hind . She must have touched the boltom
...
Thus she clears the “ Kentucky , ” and letter she held in her hand , to a young fair
girl , dressed runs stern - foremost towards our left , and drops far ben in deep
mourning , who was seated beside her . hind . She must have touched the boltom
...
Página 120
Here's sentinels around the city . Sweeney being well practhe bit paper , but
steady that little white hand , or Itised in giving the countersign , no inquiry was
made am afraid the Colonel can't read your chicken flutters . ” which his ingenuity
...
Here's sentinels around the city . Sweeney being well practhe bit paper , but
steady that little white hand , or Itised in giving the countersign , no inquiry was
made am afraid the Colonel can't read your chicken flutters . ” which his ingenuity
...
Página 171
Playfully protesting that no hand save her to her seemed eternal , at last ended .
The guests own should be permitted to touch the treasures , departed . Edward
was the last to linger ; and as she flew down stairs to the apartment adjoining he
...
Playfully protesting that no hand save her to her seemed eternal , at last ended .
The guests own should be permitted to touch the treasures , departed . Edward
was the last to linger ; and as she flew down stairs to the apartment adjoining he
...
Página 373
All that the motion of his hand , as he pointed to a small night , all the next day ,
and all the night follow- writing desk , and when I turned them on him ing , he was
in a raging fever . On the morning again , he was dead ! of the second day he fell
...
All that the motion of his hand , as he pointed to a small night , all the next day ,
and all the night follow- writing desk , and when I turned them on him ing , he was
in a raging fever . On the morning again , he was dead ! of the second day he fell
...
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Página 204 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 130 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Página 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Página 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Página 284 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Página 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
Página 130 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 88 - The various off rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite. Transform 'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Página 130 - The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye, As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue* only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Southern Literary Messenger, Volumen4 Volúmenes438-441 de American periodical series, 1800-1850 |
| Editor | T.W. White, 1838 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 12 Mar 2007 |
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