American Monthly Knickerbocker, Svazek 131839 |
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Strana 14
... behold an interminable Babel of bricks and mortar , and the breezes which play there now , are impregnated with other odors than those of Araby . Among other persons of distinction , who fled from town , was Lord CORNBURY , the then ...
... behold an interminable Babel of bricks and mortar , and the breezes which play there now , are impregnated with other odors than those of Araby . Among other persons of distinction , who fled from town , was Lord CORNBURY , the then ...
Strana 20
... behold the mark and number of the beast ! ' ' A pope ! a pope ! ' echoed the crowd . The whole place was full of confusion . The Episcopalians made some slight show of resistance , and the head of Lord Cornbury might be seen preeminent ...
... behold the mark and number of the beast ! ' ' A pope ! a pope ! ' echoed the crowd . The whole place was full of confusion . The Episcopalians made some slight show of resistance , and the head of Lord Cornbury might be seen preeminent ...
Strana 21
... Behold it is written , vengeance is mine , I will repay it , saith the Lord . Shame ! shame ! Must I renew the lessons which have been instilled in vain , and the seed which has been planted on barren ground ? Whoso smiteth thee on the ...
... Behold it is written , vengeance is mine , I will repay it , saith the Lord . Shame ! shame ! Must I renew the lessons which have been instilled in vain , and the seed which has been planted on barren ground ? Whoso smiteth thee on the ...
Strana 24
... behold the blue sky above , and the blue wave beneath , is the island a place of romance and of dreams . But winter wholly changes the scene . In place of dying gales and leafy anthems , sets up the dismal music of its whistling wind ...
... behold the blue sky above , and the blue wave beneath , is the island a place of romance and of dreams . But winter wholly changes the scene . In place of dying gales and leafy anthems , sets up the dismal music of its whistling wind ...
Strana 46
... Behold the gay New Year ! 11 . From north to south , from east to west , With right good cheer and racy jest , How merrily they greet him ! While he , arrayed in gala trim , In snowy vest , and sparkling gem , Has smiles for all who ...
... Behold the gay New Year ! 11 . From north to south , from east to west , With right good cheer and racy jest , How merrily they greet him ! While he , arrayed in gala trim , In snowy vest , and sparkling gem , Has smiles for all who ...
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Abencerrage admiration American appearance arms beautiful behold BERLIOZ better boat bosom breath breeze bright Caliph called Cape Horn character color court dark death deep delight earth effect fear feel feet fever flowers Frier gaze Genoa give Grand Vizier Guttridge hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Hellevoetsluys Hollands Diep honor hour hundred Indian Jared Sparks KNICKERBOCKER lady land light live look Lord mind Mocha Dick morning nature Netherlands never New-York night o'er once passed person Peter Stuyvesant phrenology present reader remark Rotterdam round sachem scene seemed seen ship shore side Sing-Sing Sleepy Hollow smile song soon soul spirit stood sweet Tableaux Vivantes tears thee thing thou thought tion trees turned voice volume wild wind Wolfert Acker words young
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Strana 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Strana 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Strana 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Strana 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Strana 412 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Strana 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Strana 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Strana 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Strana 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Strana 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...