Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volumen1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... Dead Sea , a Poem , 383 American Eagle , Lines to 248 Death of Marlowe , a Tragedy , 391 American Annuals , 278 Autumn , 296 Arab to his Steed , 304 E. Autobiography of a Proud Man , a Tale , 305 Arethusa , a Naval Story , Extracts from ...
... Dead Sea , a Poem , 383 American Eagle , Lines to 248 Death of Marlowe , a Tragedy , 391 American Annuals , 278 Autumn , 296 Arab to his Steed , 304 E. Autobiography of a Proud Man , a Tale , 305 Arethusa , a Naval Story , Extracts from ...
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... Dead Body , 408 Sonnet , 31 In the solemn Midnight , Centuries ago , 410 The Pilgrim Father's Farewell to England , 31 Vesuvius , 421 Am I a Cold Coquette ? 34 To a Meteor , 421 First View of the Ocean , 41 The Land of the West , 424 ...
... Dead Body , 408 Sonnet , 31 In the solemn Midnight , Centuries ago , 410 The Pilgrim Father's Farewell to England , 31 Vesuvius , 421 Am I a Cold Coquette ? 34 To a Meteor , 421 First View of the Ocean , 41 The Land of the West , 424 ...
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... dead bodies of new - born babes , that , as he drank the warm blood of the human victim , he invoked the blessings of Heaven upon Zin- gha's head . This dreadful ceremony was not belied by her conduct when she grew up . Being naturally ...
... dead bodies of new - born babes , that , as he drank the warm blood of the human victim , he invoked the blessings of Heaven upon Zin- gha's head . This dreadful ceremony was not belied by her conduct when she grew up . Being naturally ...
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... dead relatives of those who consult them . These men are greatly venerated in Africa . Free from the uneasiness lately caused by the rights of her nephew , she now ordered every individual to be executed who had the remotest claim to ...
... dead relatives of those who consult them . These men are greatly venerated in Africa . Free from the uneasiness lately caused by the rights of her nephew , she now ordered every individual to be executed who had the remotest claim to ...
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... dead . conversion , whether sincere or feigned , immediately sent to her several missionaries and an ambassador . The capuchin , Antonio de Gaète , received her abjura- tion , and reconciled her to the Church . Zingha , con- vinced that ...
... dead . conversion , whether sincere or feigned , immediately sent to her several missionaries and an ambassador . The capuchin , Antonio de Gaète , received her abjura- tion , and reconciled her to the Church . Zingha , con- vinced that ...
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Página 92 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Página 266 - I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
Página 131 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 262 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Página 410 - Twas in the calm and silent night ; The senator of haughty Rome, Impatient, urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home ; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway : What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?
Página 328 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Página 400 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art? Speak not of fate: ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Página 409 - How keen the stars! his only thought; The air how calm and cold and thin, •In the solemn midnight Centuries ago ! O strange indifference! — low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: The earth was still — but knew not why; The world was listening — unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.
Página 400 - That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Página 400 - Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...