American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 12Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1838 |
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I. 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 . II . Life is real - life is earnest - And the grave is not its goal : Duşt thou art , to dust ...
I. 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 . II . Life is real - life is earnest - And the grave is not its goal : Duşt thou art , to dust ...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 43 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Timothy Flint,Kinahan Cornwallis,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1854 |
American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volym 1 Charles Fenno Hoffman,Timothy Flint,Lewis Gaylord Clark,Kinahan Cornwallis,John Holmes Agnew Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1833 |
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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.