American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 12Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1838 |
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... o'er , That droops the head , and seems to say , I'll queen it here no more . ' " The ball is beautiful to me , The music is most sweet , ' Tis joy to see my sisters glance , Their glow - worm light'ning feet ; But Leslie is a sailor ...
... o'er , That droops the head , and seems to say , I'll queen it here no more . ' " The ball is beautiful to me , The music is most sweet , ' Tis joy to see my sisters glance , Their glow - worm light'ning feet ; But Leslie is a sailor ...
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... o'er the head of its gallant lord amid former conflicts of his house , now danced gaily to an Asiatic breeze . The emblem of an ancient line , it was not there to be dishonored ; the cherished relic of past splendor its fair blazonry ...
... o'er the head of its gallant lord amid former conflicts of his house , now danced gaily to an Asiatic breeze . The emblem of an ancient line , it was not there to be dishonored ; the cherished relic of past splendor its fair blazonry ...
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... o'er thy constant heart , And on thy brow , with death's pale hand , ' t was written , ' We must part ! ' But not a murmur mingled then with faith's assurance given , And not a fear passed with thee through the darksome vale to heaven ...
... o'er thy constant heart , And on thy brow , with death's pale hand , ' t was written , ' We must part ! ' But not a murmur mingled then with faith's assurance given , And not a fear passed with thee through the darksome vale to heaven ...
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... O'er hill and valley , wild and high ; Again th ' unburied hatchet gleam , By forest - wilds and mountain stream ; Till they beneath whose tyrant sway Our race is hast'ning to decay , O'er the once bright , now broken chain Of peace ...
... O'er hill and valley , wild and high ; Again th ' unburied hatchet gleam , By forest - wilds and mountain stream ; Till they beneath whose tyrant sway Our race is hast'ning to decay , O'er the once bright , now broken chain Of peace ...
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... O'er forest wild and barren hill , They hear the war - cry loud and shrill . ' If in the war - creed of our race The name of Mercy has no place , It has been blotted thence by those To whom , by birthright , we are foes ; Through our ...
... O'er forest wild and barren hill , They hear the war - cry loud and shrill . ' If in the war - creed of our race The name of Mercy has no place , It has been blotted thence by those To whom , by birthright , we are foes ; Through our ...
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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 522 - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
Sida 183 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Sida 523 - Ichabod was a suitable figure for such a steed. He rode with short stirrups, which brought his knees nearly up to the pommel of the saddle ; his sharp elbows stuck out like grasshoppers...
Sida 253 - There are at the present time, two great nations in the world which seem to tend towards the same end, although they started from different points; I allude to the Russians and the Americans.
Sida 514 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sida 523 - He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burrs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring and spectral; but the other had the gleam of a genuine devil in it.
Sida 217 - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race...
Sida 183 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime.
Sida 183 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Sida 110 - Thus when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize.