The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volumen1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... kind of it . As long as he can procure to the approbation , at least to the com- his daily bread of praise , in return for miseration of his readers . He has , by his fragments of epic and fritters of an incongruous assemblage of ...
... kind of it . As long as he can procure to the approbation , at least to the com- his daily bread of praise , in return for miseration of his readers . He has , by his fragments of epic and fritters of an incongruous assemblage of ...
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... , and they had no power , But were a kind of nutriment ; he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains : with the fully 1317 . 11 Lord Byron's Childe Harold , and Prisoners of Chillon .
... , and they had no power , But were a kind of nutriment ; he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains : with the fully 1317 . 11 Lord Byron's Childe Harold , and Prisoners of Chillon .
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... kind and generous to thee , Till thy wrung heart , stabb'd by his noble fond madness , and death of Imogine , and the death of the Count by his own hands . That there is much deep distress in rable force in the expression of feeling the ...
... kind and generous to thee , Till thy wrung heart , stabb'd by his noble fond madness , and death of Imogine , and the death of the Count by his own hands . That there is much deep distress in rable force in the expression of feeling the ...
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... Kind , gentle Bertram , my beloved Bertram , For thou wert gentle once , and once beloved , Have mercy on me - Oh , thou couldst not think it-- ( looking up , and seeing no relenting in his face , she starts up wildly ) By heaven " and ...
... Kind , gentle Bertram , my beloved Bertram , For thou wert gentle once , and once beloved , Have mercy on me - Oh , thou couldst not think it-- ( looking up , and seeing no relenting in his face , she starts up wildly ) By heaven " and ...
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... kind a production of undoubted genius . The and noble husband , distinguished by descriptive as well as the pathetic force public fidelity and private worth , the of many passages is admirable , and the fruit of which union was a child ...
... kind a production of undoubted genius . The and noble husband , distinguished by descriptive as well as the pathetic force public fidelity and private worth , the of many passages is admirable , and the fruit of which union was a child ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...