Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volumen1William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe C. Alexander, 1837 |
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... passed , and on the morrow the Portuguese saw not a human being on the island , neither did they hear the least noise . They at first suspected some stratagem ; but having at length penetrated into the island , they found it abandoned ...
... passed , and on the morrow the Portuguese saw not a human being on the island , neither did they hear the least noise . They at first suspected some stratagem ; but having at length penetrated into the island , they found it abandoned ...
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... passed stealthily by the muffled cart , like mutes in a funeral , should I not be able to live in the woods with this brave band and a few more devils incarnate , till I rival the reputation of those great men of the Alps and the ...
... passed stealthily by the muffled cart , like mutes in a funeral , should I not be able to live in the woods with this brave band and a few more devils incarnate , till I rival the reputation of those great men of the Alps and the ...
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... passed in this interest- ing manner . At the end of that time , my tutor found his way home , and came in hot haste to offer his con- solations , and still the tide of sorrow with his firm opinion that the fracture of my ribs was an ...
... passed in this interest- ing manner . At the end of that time , my tutor found his way home , and came in hot haste to offer his con- solations , and still the tide of sorrow with his firm opinion that the fracture of my ribs was an ...
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... passed many joyous hours by our pleasant fire- side . The birth of my daughter seemed to increase our general content . Harry , occupied in his profession during the day , returned in the evening , and forgot the world's annoyances in ...
... passed many joyous hours by our pleasant fire- side . The birth of my daughter seemed to increase our general content . Harry , occupied in his profession during the day , returned in the evening , and forgot the world's annoyances in ...
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... passed away . Parliament was dis- solved ; another election agitated the country - the ed defeat . My friend L - claimed my services , and presented me , in return , with a full pardon for my felon protégé , and an order for his ...
... passed away . Parliament was dis- solved ; another election agitated the country - the ed defeat . My friend L - claimed my services , and presented me , in return , with a full pardon for my felon protégé , and an order for his ...
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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...