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" Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air! "
The National Magazine - 393 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Annual Register, 111±Ç

Edmund Burke - 1870 - 712 ÆäÀÌÁö
...justice of the transatlantic poet, who, years ago, said of him, in most touching lines, — " Emigravit " is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies...is not, but departed, for the artist never dies." " A Reply to Cobbett's ' History of the Protestant Reformation in England and Ireland,' " by CH Collette....
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Peter Parley's Annual: A Christmas and New Year's Present for Young People..

William Martin - 1878 - 342 ÆäÀÌÁö
...our hearts — while a thousand sweet melodies still delight our ears — Emigravit is the incription On the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not, but departed, For the artist never dies. SPUN. THOUGH we're by weakness sore distressed, Although by failure oft depressed, The star of Hope...
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Papers on Literature and Art, ÆÄÆ® 1-2

Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigratit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement — that he once has breathed its air ! Through those streets so broad and...
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Papers on literature and art, ÆÄÆ® 2

Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement — that he once has breathed its air ! Through those streets so broad and...
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The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1846 - 178 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and...
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Eliza Cook's journal, 6±Ç

430 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigraoit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is nut, but departed, for the Artist never dies ! Hence the truth, the beauty of the passage just quoted...
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Poems, 2±Ç

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal...
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Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 ÆäÀÌÁö
...toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies...ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 20±Ç

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 608 ÆäÀÌÁö
...wandered, seeking for the better land. 1 Emigravit' is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lie?, H once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air. Through these streets so broad and stately,...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 20±Ç

1850 - 604 ÆäÀÌÁö
...seeking for the better land. ' Emigravit' is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies, Dead ne is not — but departed — for the artist never dies....ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air. Through these streets so broad and stately,...
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