The Southern literary messenger, Volym 81842 |
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... present day . Mr. Bracken- adorn its pages . To them , and not to us , belongs the ridge's father required the assistance of all his honor of its excellencies ; to them , we feel and ac- children on the small farm which he leased ; yet ...
... present day . Mr. Bracken- adorn its pages . To them , and not to us , belongs the ridge's father required the assistance of all his honor of its excellencies ; to them , we feel and ac- children on the small farm which he leased ; yet ...
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... present state of things , would be doubtful . Mr. Brackenridge , who had been out of certain to be rejected . He desired a cooling time , the circle , returned , and again affected to oppose and deliberation ; for that purpose , an ...
... present state of things , would be doubtful . Mr. Brackenridge , who had been out of certain to be rejected . He desired a cooling time , the circle , returned , and again affected to oppose and deliberation ; for that purpose , an ...
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... present , and noteth down each moment as it passes . What changes , what joy , or sorrow , has the past year brought ! Perhaps wealth has been made poor ; whilst poverty and want have strode with time , and reached the goal of affluence ...
... present , and noteth down each moment as it passes . What changes , what joy , or sorrow , has the past year brought ! Perhaps wealth has been made poor ; whilst poverty and want have strode with time , and reached the goal of affluence ...
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... present , and think to prolong its continuance , by delaying her appearance ? " " I left her discharging the necessary , but onerous duties of the toilet , " replied Ada- " but no doubt she will soon speak for herself . Like every one ...
... present , and think to prolong its continuance , by delaying her appearance ? " " I left her discharging the necessary , but onerous duties of the toilet , " replied Ada- " but no doubt she will soon speak for herself . Like every one ...
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... present existence alone ; to can make it , because it will reflect the light of a him , Evelyn was as a bright star gilding his path- Redeemer's smile . And now - one ! yes , only one way with her smiles ; now , he thought of another ...
... present existence alone ; to can make it , because it will reflect the light of a him , Evelyn was as a bright star gilding his path- Redeemer's smile . And now - one ! yes , only one way with her smiles ; now , he thought of another ...
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Sida 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Sida 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Sida 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Sida 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Sida 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Sida 153 - 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.
Sida 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Sida 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Sida 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Sida 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.