Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volumen1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... once more the shriek alarmed their ears - it was chiseled nose , and mouth of peculiar beauty - its like nothing human , and painfully disturbed the so- rows of pearly whiteness glanced between the labial | lemn quietness of the shady ...
... once more the shriek alarmed their ears - it was chiseled nose , and mouth of peculiar beauty - its like nothing human , and painfully disturbed the so- rows of pearly whiteness glanced between the labial | lemn quietness of the shady ...
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... once more , And the young hero , perils past , Resought his native shore . But many a voice , when for his home , His vessel's steady sails were set , Wafted the praise , o'er ocean's foam Of noble La Fayette . PART II . THE PAGEANT ...
... once more , And the young hero , perils past , Resought his native shore . But many a voice , when for his home , His vessel's steady sails were set , Wafted the praise , o'er ocean's foam Of noble La Fayette . PART II . THE PAGEANT ...
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... his re - selves from it . Content yourself with asking at pre- pentance , because the hour of her revenge was not yet sent , but all at once , to the full extent of what we can " I have done , " said she , after A 2 THE NEGRO QUEEN . 13.
... his re - selves from it . Content yourself with asking at pre- pentance , because the hour of her revenge was not yet sent , but all at once , to the full extent of what we can " I have done , " said she , after A 2 THE NEGRO QUEEN . 13.
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... once with “ Oli- lord stepped up to remind the “ young squire " that the gin and water was eighteen - pence , which he would add to the old score . During our drive to my aunt's , scarcely a word was said . My uncle maintained a ...
... once with “ Oli- lord stepped up to remind the “ young squire " that the gin and water was eighteen - pence , which he would add to the old score . During our drive to my aunt's , scarcely a word was said . My uncle maintained a ...
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... once the rigid horror of my soul . I leaped from my horse , and , for the first time , catching her in my arms , suffered my tears to fall unrestrainedly upon her bosom . She guessed the cause too well , and asked not a single question ...
... once the rigid horror of my soul . I leaped from my horse , and , for the first time , catching her in my arms , suffered my tears to fall unrestrainedly upon her bosom . She guessed the cause too well , and asked not a single question ...
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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...