Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Band 33

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G. R. Graham, 1848
 

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Seite 292 - Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject. — How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! — dote upon me I am a primrose!
Seite 192 - I do not like you, Dr. Fell, The reason why, I cannot tell ; But this I know, and know full well, I do not like you, Dr. Fell.
Seite 290 - The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall ; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all ! 4th lit month, 1847.
Seite 292 - ... Admire me, I am a violet! Dote upon me, I am a primrose!" Modern poets differ from the Elizabethans in this : each of the moderns like an Elector of Hanover governs his petty state, and knows how many straws are swept daily from G the Causeways in all his dominions, and has a continual itching that all the Housewives should have their coppers well scoured. The ancients were Emperors of vast Provinces, they had only heard of the remote ones and scarcely cared to visit them.
Seite 64 - Touching his golden harp to prelude sweet, Entered the youth, so pensive, pale, and fair ; Advanced respectful to the virgin's feet, And, lowly bending down, made tuneful parlance there. Like perfume, soft his...
Seite 33 - And never more, on sea or shore, Should Sir Humphrey see the light. He sat upon the deck, The book was in his hand ; " Do not fear ! Heaven is as near...
Seite 256 - In war with these phantoms that gird thee round, No limbs dissevered may strew the ground : No blood may flow, and no mortal ear The groans of the wounded heart may hear, As it struggles and writhes in their dread control, As the iron enters the riven sOul. But the youthful form grows wasted and weak, And sunken and wan is the rounded cheek ; The brow is furrowed, but not with years ; The eye is dimmed with its secret tears ; And streaked with white is the raven hair ; These are the tokens of conflict...
Seite 340 - Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forhid them not; for of such is the kingdom of God.
Seite 287 - When winged and uninjured in their legs, they swim and dive with great rapidity, and are seldom seen to rise again. I have several times, on such occasions, discovered them clinging with their feet to the reeds under the water, and at other times skulking under the floating reeds, with their bill just above the surface.
Seite 47 - LAND of the forest and the rock, Of dark blue lake and mighty river, Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storm's career, the lightning's shock, My own green land forever...

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