The American Monthly Magazine, Volumen1Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... young girl , to listen . I cannot boast that my love of music is so strong . I confess there are things I know that are often an overcharm , though not always , and I would not give up my slavery to their power , if I might be believed ...
... young girl , to listen . I cannot boast that my love of music is so strong . I confess there are things I know that are often an overcharm , though not always , and I would not give up my slavery to their power , if I might be believed ...
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... young . It indicates either a most childlike innocence and truth , or it is the practised witchery of a woman of the world , who knows too well for me the secret of her power . There are circumstances in which the simplest sound becomes ...
... young . It indicates either a most childlike innocence and truth , or it is the practised witchery of a woman of the world , who knows too well for me the secret of her power . There are circumstances in which the simplest sound becomes ...
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... young Italian artizan , and were his heart's pride . During the war , the place was sacked , and the bells carried off , no one knew whither . After the tumult was over , the poor fellow returned to his work , but it had been the solace ...
... young Italian artizan , and were his heart's pride . During the war , the place was sacked , and the bells carried off , no one knew whither . After the tumult was over , the poor fellow returned to his work , but it had been the solace ...
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... young Alexander - not drop a tear lest there should be no kingdoms left for us to conquer ? Horace boasts that he was the first who transfused the spirit of Grecian lyric poetry into the Latin tongue . * Lucretius consoles himself for ...
... young Alexander - not drop a tear lest there should be no kingdoms left for us to conquer ? Horace boasts that he was the first who transfused the spirit of Grecian lyric poetry into the Latin tongue . * Lucretius consoles himself for ...
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... young , are cut off before their fame is achieved ; or if old , have survived their strength and prowess . Even Fingal himself , is at last shewn to us as a feeble ghost , lamenting the loss of his mortal fame and vigor . " We conclude ...
... young , are cut off before their fame is achieved ; or if old , have survived their strength and prowess . Even Fingal himself , is at last shewn to us as a feeble ghost , lamenting the loss of his mortal fame and vigor . " We conclude ...
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Página 265 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Página 265 - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
Página 434 - Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Página 272 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Página 258 - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
Página 21 - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
Página 168 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Página 434 - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me?
Página 432 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 382 - ... an unheeded process in the skeleton of a mole, and whose mind like his microscope perceives nature only in detail ; the rhymer who makes smooth verses, and paints to our imagination when he should only speak to our hearts; all equally fancy themselves walking forward to immortality, and desire the crowd behind them to look on. The crowd takes them at their word. Patriot, philosopher, and poet, are shouted in their train. Where was there ever so much merit seen ; no times so important as our own...