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... fire , was accomplished . Some of these trees , according to Waldrick , who has since distinctly counted their con- centric circles , were more than nine hundred years of age ! workmen now breathed a freer air , and viewed the massive ...
... fire , was accomplished . Some of these trees , according to Waldrick , who has since distinctly counted their con- centric circles , were more than nine hundred years of age ! workmen now breathed a freer air , and viewed the massive ...
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... fire . ' Such another attempt will cost your lordship your life . Deliver instantly all the money your lordship has in your carriage . ' ' On my word , young man , you are very peremptory ; and though I cannot say I admire your ...
... fire . ' Such another attempt will cost your lordship your life . Deliver instantly all the money your lordship has in your carriage . ' ' On my word , young man , you are very peremptory ; and though I cannot say I admire your ...
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... , as to set the axles of the machinery on fire , and run off the wheels . The chariot of reli- gious radicalism , we think , is tumbling and falling . 1837. ] Death of Rob Roy . 27 In our 26 July , Religious Charlatanry .
... , as to set the axles of the machinery on fire , and run off the wheels . The chariot of reli- gious radicalism , we think , is tumbling and falling . 1837. ] Death of Rob Roy . 27 In our 26 July , Religious Charlatanry .
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... fire , In stormy concert , sung : I. ' The plaid round his shoulders our leader hath thrown , And a gathering blast on his bugle hath blown ; He calls on the dauntless and ready of hand To gather around him with bonnet and brand ; Like ...
... fire , In stormy concert , sung : I. ' The plaid round his shoulders our leader hath thrown , And a gathering blast on his bugle hath blown ; He calls on the dauntless and ready of hand To gather around him with bonnet and brand ; Like ...
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... its desire : Stirring new feelings , passions , hopes awhile , And burning thoughts , whose mad , unholy fire , With its own strength illumes its own funereal pyre ! 5 LAMARTINE . Philadelphia , 1837 . Stop , if thou'dst live !
... its desire : Stirring new feelings , passions , hopes awhile , And burning thoughts , whose mad , unholy fire , With its own strength illumes its own funereal pyre ! 5 LAMARTINE . Philadelphia , 1837 . Stop , if thou'dst live !
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 8 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Kinahan Cornwallis,Timothy Flint,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1836 |
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Sida 383 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Sida 152 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell...
Sida 333 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Sida 86 - I forty stripes save one; thrice was I beaten with rods; once was I stoned; thrice I suffered shipwreck; a night and a day I have been in the deep; in journeying often; in perils of waters; in perils of robbers; in perils by mine own countrymen; in perils by the heathen; in perils in the city; in perils in the wilderness; in perils in the sea; in perils among false brethren...
Sida 87 - And when he had thus spoken, he kneeled down, and prayed with them all. And they all wept sore, and fell on Paul's neck, and kissed him, sorrowing most of all for the words which he spake, that they should see his face no more.
Sida 495 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things.
Sida 335 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
Sida 88 - For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness : there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Sida 334 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Sida 331 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!