The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, 13. kötetCharles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1839 |
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16. oldal
... hearts commune together in such scenes , and when immocent hands are clasped in supplication , and tearful eyes are ... heart is conscious of inquietude ! Its evil desires are smothered , not sup- pressed , and its petty passions will ...
... hearts commune together in such scenes , and when immocent hands are clasped in supplication , and tearful eyes are ... heart is conscious of inquietude ! Its evil desires are smothered , not sup- pressed , and its petty passions will ...
18. oldal
... heart , and the heart of Mr. Robbins was in the right place . ' The untutored minds which adore the Creator in an humble temple , or in the open air , cannot be expected to pos- sess the severe taste of those who kneel upon luxurious ...
... heart , and the heart of Mr. Robbins was in the right place . ' The untutored minds which adore the Creator in an humble temple , or in the open air , cannot be expected to pos- sess the severe taste of those who kneel upon luxurious ...
19. oldal
... heart . It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that Whitfield stood , that great apostle , with brows ... hearts of the wicked . Have your hearts swept and garnished , that he may come and dwell there . Then , if ye driven from ...
... heart . It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that Whitfield stood , that great apostle , with brows ... hearts of the wicked . Have your hearts swept and garnished , that he may come and dwell there . Then , if ye driven from ...
27. oldal
... heart disarm , With show of valor bid'st thy victims stand , And point the pistol , but not wield the brand ; The distance duly mark'd by friends polite , They bid adieu in speech and manners bland ; Then , with shut eyes , give forth ...
... heart disarm , With show of valor bid'st thy victims stand , And point the pistol , but not wield the brand ; The distance duly mark'd by friends polite , They bid adieu in speech and manners bland ; Then , with shut eyes , give forth ...
35. oldal
... heart than mine was enclosed by her frowning bulwarks ; and though so near that I could hear the rattling of her cordage , and the rustling thunder of her canvass , I could also hear those orders from her trumpet which extinguished hope ...
... heart than mine was enclosed by her frowning bulwarks ; and though so near that I could hear the rattling of her cordage , and the rustling thunder of her canvass , I could also hear those orders from her trumpet which extinguished hope ...
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77. oldal - 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.
522. oldal - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
374. oldal - Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
433. oldal - O, then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair ; Your walks border up ; sow and plant at your leisure, The bluebird will chant from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apple's sweet blossoms ; He snaps up destroyers wherever they be...
121. oldal - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
287. oldal - 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.
77. oldal - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
97. oldal - Your nuts in oak-tree cleft? — 'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth! Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy!
96. oldal - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
374. oldal - They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!