The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volym 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... tion deservedly applied to the one , the Goliaths of literature , though achiev- should , sometimes , inflict an unmerited ed by a stripling , with little more than stripe on the other . It is not , however , a pebble , was enough to ...
... tion deservedly applied to the one , the Goliaths of literature , though achiev- should , sometimes , inflict an unmerited ed by a stripling , with little more than stripe on the other . It is not , however , a pebble , was enough to ...
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... tion , it betrays at once poverty of in- than that of preceding poets , who have vention and lack of discretion . The trod that bloody plain . We know not what Doble Lord is ever informing us how strange fatality attends a theme so sa ...
... tion , it betrays at once poverty of in- than that of preceding poets , who have vention and lack of discretion . The trod that bloody plain . We know not what Doble Lord is ever informing us how strange fatality attends a theme so sa ...
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... tion and its boast , is to be fairly fran- chised from all the rules and restraints of common sense and common nature ; and if domestic events and social man- ners are the theme , all the natural af- fections , ties , charities , and ...
... tion and its boast , is to be fairly fran- chised from all the rules and restraints of common sense and common nature ; and if domestic events and social man- ners are the theme , all the natural af- fections , ties , charities , and ...
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... tion , or dilate with better success on the meaning of his sententious eulogium , than the bookseller who has borrowed its magical influence in all his adver- tisements of this poem . We learn two things , and two things only , with ...
... tion , or dilate with better success on the meaning of his sententious eulogium , than the bookseller who has borrowed its magical influence in all his adver- tisements of this poem . We learn two things , and two things only , with ...
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... tion ever reaches this country . have little idea of the number of volumes that fall daily still - born from the press in the British metropolis . We But still , we are reproached because we have produced so few authors , -let their ...
... tion ever reaches this country . have little idea of the number of volumes that fall daily still - born from the press in the British metropolis . We But still , we are reproached because we have produced so few authors , -let their ...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volym 1 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1817 |
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Sida 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Sida 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Sida 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Sida 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Sida 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Sida 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Sida 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Sida 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Sida 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Sida 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...