Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Band 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... tion , even the most unpoetical , in which he enjoyment . In one page we have matter had not labored vigorously during some which may give pause to the most thought- period or other of his long life . ful - the next transports us from ...
... tion , even the most unpoetical , in which he enjoyment . In one page we have matter had not labored vigorously during some which may give pause to the most thought- period or other of his long life . ful - the next transports us from ...
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... tion and freezing of the moist atmosphere proceeded systematically to aggravate the of the room upon the cold iron . Any unfortunate skipper ( who was always very piece of metal , when brought suddenly out slow , poor man , except on ...
... tion and freezing of the moist atmosphere proceeded systematically to aggravate the of the room upon the cold iron . Any unfortunate skipper ( who was always very piece of metal , when brought suddenly out slow , poor man , except on ...
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... tion of the heavens , the Indian prepares bar of the shoe when descending the hills . himself for the walk . First , he sticks a After he had accomplished a good part of small axe in his belt , serving as a counter- his journey , two ...
... tion of the heavens , the Indian prepares bar of the shoe when descending the hills . himself for the walk . First , he sticks a After he had accomplished a good part of small axe in his belt , serving as a counter- his journey , two ...
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... tion of Cooper's Natty Bumpo , upon find- Indian that both traps are on his legs and ing himself reduced from the rifle to the that the chains prevent his further advance . snare - and from the stand - up fight in the He places his gun ...
... tion of Cooper's Natty Bumpo , upon find- Indian that both traps are on his legs and ing himself reduced from the rifle to the that the chains prevent his further advance . snare - and from the stand - up fight in the He places his gun ...
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... tion , he takes an instrument called an ice- chisel - which is a bit of steel about a foot long by one inch broad , fastened to the end of a stout pole , wherewith he proceeds to dig through the lodge . This is by no means an easy ...
... tion , he takes an instrument called an ice- chisel - which is a bit of steel about a foot long by one inch broad , fastened to the end of a stout pole , wherewith he proceeds to dig through the lodge . This is by no means an easy ...
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Seite 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Seite 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Seite 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Seite 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.