Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and Critical Notices of Authors, and Selections from Their Writings, from the Earliest Period to the Present Day, with Portraits, Autographs, and Other Illustrations, 2 tomasCharles Scribner, 1856 |
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... round , Watch'd her quick step and lightsome bound . Wherever in the dance she turn'd , He turn'd his eye , and that eye burn'd With such fierce spleen , that , sooth to say , It made the gazer turn away . Who was the damsel passing ...
... round , Watch'd her quick step and lightsome bound . Wherever in the dance she turn'd , He turn'd his eye , and that eye burn'd With such fierce spleen , that , sooth to say , It made the gazer turn away . Who was the damsel passing ...
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... round a pale expressive countenance . Everything about him bespoke the man of intel- lect and refinement . His conversation was copious , animated , and highly graphic ; warmed by a ge- nial sensibility and benevolence , and enlivened ...
... round a pale expressive countenance . Everything about him bespoke the man of intel- lect and refinement . His conversation was copious , animated , and highly graphic ; warmed by a ge- nial sensibility and benevolence , and enlivened ...
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... Round our coast ; - While the manners , while the arts , That mould a nation's soul , Still cling around our hearts , - Between let Ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood ...
... Round our coast ; - While the manners , while the arts , That mould a nation's soul , Still cling around our hearts , - Between let Ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood ...
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... round , while I am fann'd By gales unearthly . Ay , they hover near- Patriots and Heroes - the august and great- The founders of a young and mighty state , Whose grandeur who shall tell ? With holy fear , While tears unbidden my dim ...
... round , while I am fann'd By gales unearthly . Ay , they hover near- Patriots and Heroes - the august and great- The founders of a young and mighty state , Whose grandeur who shall tell ? With holy fear , While tears unbidden my dim ...
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... round each head ! They seemed , just entering hand in hand , To cautious tread this fairy land ; To take a timid hasty view , Enchanted with a scene so new . The modest blush , untaught by art , Bespoke their purity of heart ; And every ...
... round each head ! They seemed , just entering hand in hand , To cautious tread this fairy land ; To take a timid hasty view , Enchanted with a scene so new . The modest blush , untaught by art , Bespoke their purity of heart ; And every ...
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