The American Monthly Magazine, 1 tomasPeirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... sometimes my by sleeping - though that is a mystery . There is no sound of simple nature that is not music . It is all God's work , and so harmony . You may mingle and divide and strengthen the passages of its great anthem , and it is ...
... sometimes my by sleeping - though that is a mystery . There is no sound of simple nature that is not music . It is all God's work , and so harmony . You may mingle and divide and strengthen the passages of its great anthem , and it is ...
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... sometimes so closely that it resem- bles the winding of a distant horn ; and then , in the momentary in- tervals , the bursting of the thousand tiny bubbles comes stealthily on your ear , more like the recollection of a sound than a ...
... sometimes so closely that it resem- bles the winding of a distant horn ; and then , in the momentary in- tervals , the bursting of the thousand tiny bubbles comes stealthily on your ear , more like the recollection of a sound than a ...
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... sometimes is , cultivated . It is not in- consistent with great vivacity , but it is oftener the gift of the quiet and unobtrusive . Loudness or rapidity of utterance is incompatible with it . It is low , but not guttural , deliberate ...
... sometimes is , cultivated . It is not in- consistent with great vivacity , but it is oftener the gift of the quiet and unobtrusive . Loudness or rapidity of utterance is incompatible with it . It is low , but not guttural , deliberate ...
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... sometimes seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and , perhaps , quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sabbath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills like ...
... sometimes seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and , perhaps , quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sabbath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills like ...
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... sometime forgetfulness . It is the difference of the sun and the stars . Our affections awake , and our better nature has a freer pulse under the shining of those timid and pure lamps hung up in the darkness ; and though the sun has ...
... sometime forgetfulness . It is the difference of the sun and the stars . Our affections awake , and our better nature has a freer pulse under the shining of those timid and pure lamps hung up in the darkness ; and though the sun has ...
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