The Literary Remains of the Late Willis Gaylord Clark: Including the Ollapodiana Papers, the Spirit of Life, and a Selection from His Various Prose and Poetical Writings, Volumen56;Volumen276Burgess, Stringer & Company, 1844 - 480 páginas |
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... hope , therefore , that the reader will receive my apology for omit- ting what I had hoped to be able to present ; and accept the following brief Memoir , as embracing all the essential facts in the history of its subject . We quote ...
... hope , therefore , that the reader will receive my apology for omit- ting what I had hoped to be able to present ; and accept the following brief Memoir , as embracing all the essential facts in the history of its subject . We quote ...
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... hope for a Christian's reward , ' * surely thus to die is gain ! And in view of such a hope and such an end , well may we who , left behind to drag a maimed life , exclaim with the poet : ' O Death ! thy freezing kiss Emancipates the ...
... hope for a Christian's reward , ' * surely thus to die is gain ! And in view of such a hope and such an end , well may we who , left behind to drag a maimed life , exclaim with the poet : ' O Death ! thy freezing kiss Emancipates the ...
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... hope you knew him , in that fond acquaintance which Authorship establishes be- tween a writer and his admirers . What an Essayist was he ! How shrewd in observation - how discriminative of the burlesque -how quaint , yet melodious in ...
... hope you knew him , in that fond acquaintance which Authorship establishes be- tween a writer and his admirers . What an Essayist was he ! How shrewd in observation - how discriminative of the burlesque -how quaint , yet melodious in ...
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... hope : for though he is lost to lands be- low the sun , he has proceeded to set up his everlasting rest in a better country , where the day does not darken , and Death hangs no cloud . In all things a lover of purity , he has gone at ...
... hope : for though he is lost to lands be- low the sun , he has proceeded to set up his everlasting rest in a better country , where the day does not darken , and Death hangs no cloud . In all things a lover of purity , he has gone at ...
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... Hope loses lustre from her wings in every solstice ; while Reality points with his iron finger at the index of time , and tells me I am becoming unmindful of beauty and untinctured with song . Now and then I think this is true ...
... Hope loses lustre from her wings in every solstice ; while Reality points with his iron finger at the index of time , and tells me I am becoming unmindful of beauty and untinctured with song . Now and then I think this is true ...
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Página 92 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 362 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Página 247 - But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
Página 15 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Página 236 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 222 - Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer...
Página 128 - Behold, yonder is that Shunammite: run now, I pray thee, to meet her, and say unto her, Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Página 130 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away...
Página 14 - Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. '«) And think not much of my delay; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed.
Página 69 - No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.