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The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review, Volym 10
David Phineas Adams,William Emerson,Samuel Cooper Thacher
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1811
admiration affection againſt animal ANTHOLOGY appear attention beauty become called cauſe character charms common conſider continued death equal excellence fair fame favour feel firſt genius give hand happy heart himſelf honour hope human ideas important improvement influence intereſting kind knowledge language laſt late learned leave letters light lives look manner means ment merit mind MONTHLY moral moſt muſt nature never object obſerved once opinion original perhaps pleaſure poem poet poetry preſent principle produced reader reaſon received remarks reſpect ſame ſays ſcenes ſeems ſentiments ſhall ſhe ſhould Society ſome ſtate ſtill ſubject ſuch taſte theſe thing thoſe thou thought tion true truth United uſe virtue whole whoſe writer young
Sida iii - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Sida 323 - And he took them the same hour of the night, and washed their stripes ; and was baptized, he and all his, straightway. And when he had brought them into his house, he set meat before them, and rejoiced, believing in God with all his house.
Sida 299 - Then cometh he to his disciples, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
Sida 616 - Oh, this people have sinned a great sin, and have made them gods of gold. Yet now, if thou wilt forgive their sin — ; and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book which thou hast written.
Sida 416 - England, the genius should point out to him a little speck, scarce visible in the mass of the national interest, a small seminal principle, rather than a formed body...
Sida 127 - Vengeance, in the lurid air, Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare : On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE.
Sida 208 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Sida 28 - Such praise is yours, while you the passions move, That 'tis no longer feign'd, 'tis real love, Where Nature triumphs over wretched Art; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm; and if the rising year, As in hot regions, brings the sun too near, Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our cooler climates will not grow.
Sida 416 - Whatever England has been growing to by a progressive increase of improvement, brought in by varieties of people, by succession of civilizing conquests and civilizing settlements in a series of seventeen hundred years, you shall see as much added to her by America in the course of a single life...