Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Volúmenes24-25G. R. Graham, 1844 |
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... father of Mr. Mervin - the collector of the customs - took sides with the loyalists , whether from motives of gratitude , from principle , or from interest , will be best decided by the sequel . It is sufficient to say that , by ...
... father of Mr. Mervin - the collector of the customs - took sides with the loyalists , whether from motives of gratitude , from principle , or from interest , will be best decided by the sequel . It is sufficient to say that , by ...
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... father- " Why Brooke , only think , Miss Mervin I see is just married ; " and he read the annunciation aloud , as a piece of news that was not particularly interesting , for neither himself nor his wife had the least suspicion of the ...
... father- " Why Brooke , only think , Miss Mervin I see is just married ; " and he read the annunciation aloud , as a piece of news that was not particularly interesting , for neither himself nor his wife had the least suspicion of the ...
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... father , who reproached him for his neglect and want of filial duty in never seeking him . " But for all this , " replied Knim , " you cannot deny that I am a dutiful sonI have followed in the foot- steps of my father . " SONNET TO THE ...
... father , who reproached him for his neglect and want of filial duty in never seeking him . " But for all this , " replied Knim , " you cannot deny that I am a dutiful sonI have followed in the foot- steps of my father . " SONNET TO THE ...
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... father , depended our hopes of restoration to prosperity . From the mood of bitter melancholy in which I had gone ... father's house , and I was looking forward to the birth of my child with anxiety and transport , when the death of my ...
... father , depended our hopes of restoration to prosperity . From the mood of bitter melancholy in which I had gone ... father's house , and I was looking forward to the birth of my child with anxiety and transport , when the death of my ...
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... father land . " The amenity and kindliness of the man's countenance attracted me . It brought to my mind many a face that had cheered me when I was a stranger in his land , where the humanities pervade all classes . But , poor fellow ...
... father land . " The amenity and kindliness of the man's countenance attracted me . It brought to my mind many a face that had cheered me when I was a stranger in his land , where the humanities pervade all classes . But , poor fellow ...
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Página 213 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 213 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 213 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, - Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
Página 213 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Página 269 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Página 131 - He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect. His temper was sweet, his affections Warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak. His life was spent in sinning and repenting ; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong. In speculation, he was a man of piety and honor ; in practice, he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.
Página 244 - Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters - lone and dead, Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.
Página 190 - The Heart — the Heart — there was the little, yet boundless sphere, wherein existed the original wrong, of which the crime and misery of this outward world were merely types.
Página 60 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Página 9 - Insight" shouts in Nature's ears His last conundrum on the orbs and spheres; There Self-inspection sucks its little thumb, With "Whence am I?