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Robert Walsh. THE AMERICAN QUARTERLY REVIEW . MARCH AND JUNE , 1836 . VOL . XIX . PHILADELPHIA : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY ADAM WALDIE . 1836 . at . 5. le joue w CONTENTS OF NO .
Robert Walsh. THE AMERICAN QUARTERLY REVIEW . MARCH AND JUNE , 1836 . VOL . XIX . PHILADELPHIA : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY ADAM WALDIE . 1836 . at . 5. le joue w CONTENTS OF NO .
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... not careless view of the subject , is that the lyric poetry of America will not materially suffer by a comparison with that of foreign ... XIX.- No. 37 . 16 In the reign of James the First , the literature 1836. ] 121 American Lyric Poetry .
... not careless view of the subject , is that the lyric poetry of America will not materially suffer by a comparison with that of foreign ... XIX.- No. 37 . 16 In the reign of James the First , the literature 1836. ] 121 American Lyric Poetry .
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... no longer believe those careless or prejudiced travellers who would convince them that it is shapeless and monstrous ... XIX . No. 37 . - 17 commission entrusted to him by the French government . He 1836. ] 129 Democracy in America .
... no longer believe those careless or prejudiced travellers who would convince them that it is shapeless and monstrous ... XIX . No. 37 . - 17 commission entrusted to him by the French government . He 1836. ] 129 Democracy in America .
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... no Jacobite catechism which taught the commons of England the mysterious tenets of the act of settlement . They were ... XIX.-No. 37 . 18 nucleus round which the local interests , passions , rights 1836. ] 137 Democracy in America .
... no Jacobite catechism which taught the commons of England the mysterious tenets of the act of settlement . They were ... XIX.-No. 37 . 18 nucleus round which the local interests , passions , rights 1836. ] 137 Democracy in America .
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... no country in the world do the citizens make such exertions for the com- mon weal : and I am acquainted with no ... XIX.-No. 37 . 19 possesses an organised power ready to resist a despot . 1836. ] 145 Democracy in America .
... no country in the world do the citizens make such exertions for the com- mon weal : and I am acquainted with no ... XIX.-No. 37 . 19 possesses an organised power ready to resist a despot . 1836. ] 145 Democracy in America .
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Página 431 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Página 432 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 424 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Página 425 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 426 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Página 108 - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth...
Página 430 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 277 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Página 278 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Página 108 - From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine: It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now.