The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Band 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... hope that this commen- the distinguished subject of his Memoir . dable observance of decorum will be generally imitated , and that , hereafter , and , 26 MAY , Silliman's Eulogium on Dr. Dwight . V Silliinan's Sketch of Dr Dwight,
... hope that this commen- the distinguished subject of his Memoir . dable observance of decorum will be generally imitated , and that , hereafter , and , 26 MAY , Silliman's Eulogium on Dr. Dwight . V Silliinan's Sketch of Dr Dwight,
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... memoir was read ; prospects which are opened to them , and the society , in the same commenda- by the legislative sanction to an enter- ble spirit of liberality , have resolved to prise , which in its progress or effects , appropriate ...
... memoir was read ; prospects which are opened to them , and the society , in the same commenda- by the legislative sanction to an enter- ble spirit of liberality , have resolved to prise , which in its progress or effects , appropriate ...
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... Memoir , and printed in the 16th vol . of the Medical Re- pository , page 396-406 . " Afterwards , the declarations of other persons , unexceptionable in point of credi- bility and character , were taken . They cor- roborated the former ...
... Memoir , and printed in the 16th vol . of the Medical Re- pository , page 396-406 . " Afterwards , the declarations of other persons , unexceptionable in point of credi- bility and character , were taken . They cor- roborated the former ...
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... memoirs . ous or gramineous plant , care must be taken to cut it close to the ground , that the leaves near the root ... memoir on the fossil remains of or ganized beings , more especially of animals , in the region around New - York ...
... memoirs . ous or gramineous plant , care must be taken to cut it close to the ground , that the leaves near the root ... memoir on the fossil remains of or ganized beings , more especially of animals , in the region around New - York ...
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... memoir on a fossil and undescribed species of Tubipore , which he called T. striatula , found near Glens Falls , a cataract of the river Hudson ; and present- ed a specimen of the same for the cabinet : also a description of ten species ...
... memoir on a fossil and undescribed species of Tubipore , which he called T. striatula , found near Glens Falls , a cataract of the river Hudson ; and present- ed a specimen of the same for the cabinet : also a description of ten species ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...