The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 2 tomasLeavitt, Trow, & Company, 1843 |
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... side fodils , and moaning as dismally as a north wind whistling through the keyhole of a back attic . Sea - sickness ! The very word is an emetic ; and heave while I write it . " I For example , a statesman and author of no mean order ...
... side fodils , and moaning as dismally as a north wind whistling through the keyhole of a back attic . Sea - sickness ! The very word is an emetic ; and heave while I write it . " I For example , a statesman and author of no mean order ...
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... side of the face . I tried to make the letter M. " " RAN AWAY , a Negro named Arthur . - Has a considerable scar across his breast and each arm , made by a knife : loves to talk much of the good- ness of God . " 66 This man Arthur must ...
... side of the face . I tried to make the letter M. " " RAN AWAY , a Negro named Arthur . - Has a considerable scar across his breast and each arm , made by a knife : loves to talk much of the good- ness of God . " 66 This man Arthur must ...
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... side - winded way , yet you can trace them always at work , through the daily , weekly , monthly period- icals , in desperate exertion to attract public attention . They have at their head one sublime genius , whom they swear by , and ...
... side - winded way , yet you can trace them always at work , through the daily , weekly , monthly period- icals , in desperate exertion to attract public attention . They have at their head one sublime genius , whom they swear by , and ...
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... side , Life's loveliest blossom , and to - day , Woes me ! thou ! iest a thing of clay ! It cannot be that thou art gone ; It cannot be , that now , alone , A gray - hair'd man on earth am I , Whilst thou within its bosom lie ? Methinks ...
... side , Life's loveliest blossom , and to - day , Woes me ! thou ! iest a thing of clay ! It cannot be that thou art gone ; It cannot be , that now , alone , A gray - hair'd man on earth am I , Whilst thou within its bosom lie ? Methinks ...
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... side the channel , and if the people at the other side allowed their minds to dwell upon the history of former wars , it is possible that we might find colorable reasons for tradi- tional dislike . Fortunately for the peace of mankind ...
... side the channel , and if the people at the other side allowed their minds to dwell upon the history of former wars , it is possible that we might find colorable reasons for tradi- tional dislike . Fortunately for the peace of mankind ...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 1 tomas;64 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1865 |
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465 psl. - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
414 psl. - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
465 psl. - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
481 psl. - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...
414 psl. - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
487 psl. - And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones (With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown) That tell in homely phrase who lie below ; Sudden he starts ! and hears, or thinks he hears, The sound of something purring at his heels ; Full fast he flies, and dares not look behind him, Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows ; Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave; and, strange to...
261 psl. - ... that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the squares of the sides.
461 psl. - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
64 psl. - ... true eloquence I find to be none but the serious and hearty love of truth; and that whose mind soever is fully possessed with a fervent desire to know good things, and with the dearest charity to infuse the knowledge of them into others, when such a man would speak, his words...
413 psl. - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...