The North American Review, Volym 59Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge O. Everett, 1844 Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930. |
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Sida 366 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity . The gentleness of heaven is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Sida 360 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields— like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main— why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Sida 366 - Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
Sida 366 - A Lawyer art thou ? — draw not nigh ! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. Art thou a Man of purple cheer ? A rosy Man, right plump to see ? • Approach; yet, Doctor, not too near, This grave no cushion is for thee. Or art...
Sida 45 - Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored. Marble columns may, indeed, moulder into dust, time may erase all impress from the crumbling stone, but their fame remains ; for with American Liberty it rose, and with American Liberty only can it perish. It was the last swelling peal of yonder choir, "Their bodies are buried in peace, but their name liveth evermore.
Sida 477 - Thus I consent Sir, to this Constitution because I expect no better, and because I am not sure that it is not the best.
Sida 371 - But say, what was it? Thought of fear ! Well may ye tremble when ye hear ! — A Household Tub, like one of those Which women use to wash their clothes, This carried the blind Boy.
Sida 208 - I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches ; so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the garden of God, envied him.
Sida 354 - For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and...
Sida 54 - MY soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit, Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.