American Monthly Knickerbocker, 18±ÇCharles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1841 |
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... Spirits . By S. D. DA- The Burning of the Ships , 393 , 474 The Passage of the Sea , 406 Thoughts of the Blest ,. 418 ... Spirit World ,. 460 T. The Western Forests . By I. M'LELLAN , The Inner Life ' of Things : Transcenden- tal Sonnets ...
... Spirits . By S. D. DA- The Burning of the Ships , 393 , 474 The Passage of the Sea , 406 Thoughts of the Blest ,. 418 ... Spirit World ,. 460 T. The Western Forests . By I. M'LELLAN , The Inner Life ' of Things : Transcenden- tal Sonnets ...
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... spirit , known and felt by every Greek from the fact that it is Greek ; that it dwells on the soil and breathes the air of Greece ; a poetry in short , which lives not a factitious and often but apparent life in books , but in the ...
... spirit , known and felt by every Greek from the fact that it is Greek ; that it dwells on the soil and breathes the air of Greece ; a poetry in short , which lives not a factitious and often but apparent life in books , but in the ...
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... spirits ; the purest essence of their essential ' was around him . His was the true spirit of a scholar , who will never open a dusty tome , though rude the print and decayed the binding , without first doing inward homage to the mind ...
... spirits ; the purest essence of their essential ' was around him . His was the true spirit of a scholar , who will never open a dusty tome , though rude the print and decayed the binding , without first doing inward homage to the mind ...
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... spirit miserly . I admit that he does not shape his life toward its end - the happiness of mankind in conjunction with his own . great and appropriate he does not purposely pursue a cold - hearted , isolated existence . far as he thinks ...
... spirit miserly . I admit that he does not shape his life toward its end - the happiness of mankind in conjunction with his own . great and appropriate he does not purposely pursue a cold - hearted , isolated existence . far as he thinks ...
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... ! I implore thy tears ! 11 . Cold the grave my heart is pressing , Welcome , if emotion cease ; Ask for ine this only blessing , Peace profound - eternal peace ! WHERE ARE THE DEAD ? ' WHERE hath the spirit [ July , IMPLORA ...
... ! I implore thy tears ! 11 . Cold the grave my heart is pressing , Welcome , if emotion cease ; Ask for ine this only blessing , Peace profound - eternal peace ! WHERE ARE THE DEAD ? ' WHERE hath the spirit [ July , IMPLORA ...
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253 ÆäÀÌÁö - The white people had now found our country. Tidings were carried back and more came amongst us. Yet, we did not fear them. We took them to be friends. They called us brothers. We believed them and gave them a larger seat. At length, their numbers had greatly increased. They wanted more land; they wanted our country. Our eyes were opened and our minds became uneasy.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... come here to enjoy their religion. They asked for a small seat; we took pity on them, granted their request, and they sat down amongst us ; we gave them corn and meat; they gave us poison* in return.
367 ÆäÀÌÁö - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship, Long sail'd secure, or through th...
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by monkeys, by paroquets, by cockatoos. I ran into pagodas; and was fixed for centuries at the summit, or in secret rooms; I was the idol; I was the priest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Landscape Gardening, adapted to North America; with a View to the Improvement of Country Residences. Comprising Historical Notices and general Principles of the Art, Directions for laying out Grounds and arranging Plantations, the Description and Cultivation of Hardy Trees, decorative Accompaniments of the House and Grounds, the formation of Pieces of Artificial Water, Flower Gardens, etc. With Remarks on Rural Architecture.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Having groped his passage to the horizontal part of the den, the most terrifying darkness appeared in front of the dim circle of light afforded by his torch. It was silent as the house of death. None but monsters of the desert had ever before explored this solitary mansion of horror.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - You then told us that we were in your hand, and that by closing it you could crush us to nothing, and you demanded from us a great country, as the price of that peace which you had offered us ; — as if our want of strength had destroyed our rights.
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - Brother: Continue to listen. You say that you are sent to instruct us how to worship the Great Spirit agreeably to his mind; and, if we do not take hold of the religion which you white people teach, we shall be unhappy hereafter.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay ; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed. Each minute is a short degree, And every hour a step towards thee. At night when I betake to rest, Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life, almost by eight hours' sail, Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale.