American Monthly Knickerbocker, 12±ÇCharles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1838 |
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... eyes and modest bow , than he should have been that of any other pretty damsel . Both were mis- taken , and both at last perceived their mistake . If their attachment was not formally acknowledged , it was nevertheless warm , and appa ...
... eyes and modest bow , than he should have been that of any other pretty damsel . Both were mis- taken , and both at last perceived their mistake . If their attachment was not formally acknowledged , it was nevertheless warm , and appa ...
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... eyes brightened , despite my attempts to take this as a matter of course . The bundle was soon opened , and the stranger , turning over paper after paper , stated to me the principles of the proceeding . I am the lawful executor , ' he ...
... eyes brightened , despite my attempts to take this as a matter of course . The bundle was soon opened , and the stranger , turning over paper after paper , stated to me the principles of the proceeding . I am the lawful executor , ' he ...
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... eyes severe ' in wisdom , ever look love , drop the tear of pity , or glisten with delight ? Did those compressed lips ever cry ' ma , ' or imprint a warm kiss ? Good jus- tice , thou art not much to blame , but there certainly is a ...
... eyes severe ' in wisdom , ever look love , drop the tear of pity , or glisten with delight ? Did those compressed lips ever cry ' ma , ' or imprint a warm kiss ? Good jus- tice , thou art not much to blame , but there certainly is a ...
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... eyes , ventured one evening to approach under the shadow of twilight , and implore her protection . The supplicant was one of those erring daughters of humanity for whom Vice , the great arch enemy of Virtue , had set his snares , and ...
... eyes , ventured one evening to approach under the shadow of twilight , and implore her protection . The supplicant was one of those erring daughters of humanity for whom Vice , the great arch enemy of Virtue , had set his snares , and ...
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... eyes , when she accidentally encountered the hardened gaze , and loose disordered air , of the unfortunate ; and turning to her friends Modesty and Propriety , whose faces were as red as her own , she cried , in tones that sounded like ...
... eyes , when she accidentally encountered the hardened gaze , and loose disordered air , of the unfortunate ; and turning to her friends Modesty and Propriety , whose faces were as red as her own , she cried , in tones that sounded like ...
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189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
540 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fire is in each he expends : one grinding in the mill of Industry ; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science ; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow. Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in longdrawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through...
534 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take...
534 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. Comprising the Details of a Mutiny and Atrocious Butchery on Board the American Brig Grampus, on her Way to the South Seas, in the Month of June, 1827.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.