The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 7Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1855 |
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... voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime . grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till , sapp'd their strength , and every part un- sound , Down , down they sink , and spread a ruin round . E'en now ...
... voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime . grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till , sapp'd their strength , and every part un- sound , Down , down they sink , and spread a ruin round . E'en now ...
Página 32
... voice was always low and loving ; and often he said to me , that no serpent ever crossed his garden for forty days after his beautiful Mary had been to his cabin . One time he took from his bosom a flower , which , he said , she had ...
... voice was always low and loving ; and often he said to me , that no serpent ever crossed his garden for forty days after his beautiful Mary had been to his cabin . One time he took from his bosom a flower , which , he said , she had ...
Página 33
... voice of bird or fall of water , but all was as if everything had been frozen , or was freezing into silence . I don't know how it was , but I failed to see the barn of which I had been told , and thinking I must have gone far enough in ...
... voice of bird or fall of water , but all was as if everything had been frozen , or was freezing into silence . I don't know how it was , but I failed to see the barn of which I had been told , and thinking I must have gone far enough in ...
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... voice , apparently in angry menace ; but little cared I whether angry or not - any sound like humanity was welcome . I listened close , afraid that I had deceived myself , or was losing my senses : but no , it was in verity a human voice ...
... voice , apparently in angry menace ; but little cared I whether angry or not - any sound like humanity was welcome . I listened close , afraid that I had deceived myself , or was losing my senses : but no , it was in verity a human voice ...
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... voice seemed to say to me , Haste , O haste . When I came within sight of the house I almost ran- there was no light at the window as there had always been till then . I opened the door with a trembling hand , for I heard no voice ...
... voice seemed to say to me , Haste , O haste . When I came within sight of the house I almost ran- there was no light at the window as there had always been till then . I opened the door with a trembling hand , for I heard no voice ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 4 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 7 - Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Página 30 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Página 7 - Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Página 5 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 6 - Yet count our gains! This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Página 9 - Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain : Teach him, that states of native strength possest...
Página 341 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted, Neither turneth he back from the sword.
Página 46 - For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth : and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create : for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.
Página 132 - John ! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick (I knew so many cakes would make him sick). With fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk With many a lamblike frisk ! (He's got the scissors snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose...