Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Volume 1Joseph T. Buckingham, 1822 |
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... beauty more beautiful still ! Yet loveliness ' self may by art be increas'd , By the finger of taste , and the labour of skill . " Now borrow and lend , as ye mutually deck , " He gallantly said , while the casket unclos'd , And threw ...
... beauty more beautiful still ! Yet loveliness ' self may by art be increas'd , By the finger of taste , and the labour of skill . " Now borrow and lend , as ye mutually deck , " He gallantly said , while the casket unclos'd , And threw ...
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The innumerable devices , with which signs are set off , constitute their great beauty and interest . These some- times allude to the name , character or history of the signified , and sometimes to his goods or occupation , and ...
The innumerable devices , with which signs are set off , constitute their great beauty and interest . These some- times allude to the name , character or history of the signified , and sometimes to his goods or occupation , and ...
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... , sleep The sons of science and of song . Thy sun hath set - the evening storm Hath pass'd in giant fury by , To blast the beauty of thy form , And spread its pall upon thy sky : DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN . 57 Gone is thy glory's 56 GREECE ,
... , sleep The sons of science and of song . Thy sun hath set - the evening storm Hath pass'd in giant fury by , To blast the beauty of thy form , And spread its pall upon thy sky : DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN . 57 Gone is thy glory's 56 GREECE ,
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... beauty , and brighter than day . O for the death of the righteous and holy ! O for the vict'ry o'er hell and the grave ! Come , blessed moments , why travel so slowly ? God , is thine arm not almighty to save ? Save me from scenes of ...
... beauty , and brighter than day . O for the death of the righteous and holy ! O for the vict'ry o'er hell and the grave ! Come , blessed moments , why travel so slowly ? God , is thine arm not almighty to save ? Save me from scenes of ...
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... beauty's shrine , And surely hop'd thy sweets to sip . But wine and beauty both conspir'd To fill my soul with dark regret : For scarcely now , their sweets expir'd , And pleasure , fleeting , ' scap'd me yet . And now with scarce a ...
... beauty's shrine , And surely hop'd thy sweets to sip . But wine and beauty both conspir'd To fill my soul with dark regret : For scarcely now , their sweets expir'd , And pleasure , fleeting , ' scap'd me yet . And now with scarce a ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
acquaintance African Grove American appeared beauty Bedouins bless Bowline breath British BROADCLOTH Brown Bess called character clarionet command court dark dead death delight doctor door dream dress drink EDMUND KEAN England face fame Farmer's Brother fashion fear feeling fled genius gentleman George Wood GILBERT WAKEFIELD give glory gold sticks grace grave Great-Britain happiness hath head heart Heaven Holy League honour hope horse hour husband John Nutt Kean king ladies land learned light live look Lord majesty marriage Mary Martin ment militia mind Mitchill mortal nation neighbours never New-England Galaxy New-York night o'er observed play pleasure Pont-Saint-Esprit poor queen Ralph Hall round scene seen shore sleep smile society soon soul spirit suffer sweet talents taste tell thee thing thou thought tion truth Twas virtue watchmen wife woman young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 180 - I thank God there are no free schools, nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years ; for learning has brought disobedience and heresy and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both...
Página 59 - There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the port of Liberty, Thou hast been, and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore.
Página 76 - Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Página 267 - And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double-breasted vest — The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Página 41 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Página 86 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A Ray of Him who form'd the whole ; A Glory circling round the soul...
Página 267 - He pass'd securely o'er, And never wore a pair of boots, For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown; He wore a double-breasted vest, The stripes ran up and down.
Página 130 - Time ! time ! in thy triumphal flight, How all life's phantoms fleet away ! The smile of hope, and young delight, Fame's meteor beam, and fancy's ray ; They fade, and, on thy heaving tide, Rolling its stormy waves afar, Are borne the wrecks of human pride, The broken wrecks of fortune's war.
Página 98 - There is a sweetness in woman's decay, When the light of beauty is fading away, When the bright enchantment of youth is gone, And the tint that glow'd, and the eye that shone, And darted around its glance of power, And the lip that vied with the sweetest flower That ever in Psestum's1 garden blew, Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew, When all that was bright and fair is fled.
Página 100 - Where the glassy vapor cheats his eyes, And the dove from the falcon seeks her nest, And the infant shrinks to its mother's breast. And though her dying voice be mute, Or faint as the tones of an unstrung lute, And though the glow from her cheek be fled, And her pale lips cold as the marble dead, Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires, And her last fond, lingering look is given To the love she leaves, and then to heaven ; As if she would bear that love away To...