The American Literary Magazine, Bände 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... night had made the ground so moist as to be little fitted for royal footsteps . She paused a moment , and hesitated to ad- vance . At his instant , Raleigh stepped forward among the em- barrassed courtiers , and with an air of devoted ...
... night had made the ground so moist as to be little fitted for royal footsteps . She paused a moment , and hesitated to ad- vance . At his instant , Raleigh stepped forward among the em- barrassed courtiers , and with an air of devoted ...
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... night's debauch , and amazed to find himself surrounded by the glitter and pomp of royalty . Be- tween two such men there could be little sympathy , and it is to be supposed that Raleigh was at little pains to conceal his contempt for ...
... night's debauch , and amazed to find himself surrounded by the glitter and pomp of royalty . Be- tween two such men there could be little sympathy , and it is to be supposed that Raleigh was at little pains to conceal his contempt for ...
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... night- ingale . " As a Historian , he has bequeathed to posterity an extra- ordinary monument of his genius and learning , in the " History of the World . " As a statesman , his views of national policy were far in advance of his time ...
... night- ingale . " As a Historian , he has bequeathed to posterity an extra- ordinary monument of his genius and learning , in the " History of the World . " As a statesman , his views of national policy were far in advance of his time ...
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... night march to a private ford near Salisbury , to deceive his an- tagonist , and cross without opposition . But Greene had been on the alert , and stationed a body of militia there to dispute the passage . At day break the British ...
... night march to a private ford near Salisbury , to deceive his an- tagonist , and cross without opposition . But Greene had been on the alert , and stationed a body of militia there to dispute the passage . At day break the British ...
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... night after night , and day after day , presented the same determined front to the enemy . Cornwallis , believing for a while that he had the whole American force in front , rejoiced in its proximity , knowing that when it reached the ...
... night after night , and day after day , presented the same determined front to the enemy . Cornwallis , believing for a while that he had the whole American force in front , rejoiced in its proximity , knowing that when it reached the ...
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Seite 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
Seite 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Seite 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Seite 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Seite 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Seite 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Seite 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Seite 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Seite 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!