The Republic: A Monthly Magazine of American Literature, Politics & Art, Volúmenes1-21851 |
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... brother who was an artist , a man of soul ; a hero of dreamland , and a true philosopher of the world . Albert Westbrook loved his sister with a poet's love , pure , holy , and admiring ; he was also attach- ed to Charles Marlove , in ...
... brother who was an artist , a man of soul ; a hero of dreamland , and a true philosopher of the world . Albert Westbrook loved his sister with a poet's love , pure , holy , and admiring ; he was also attach- ed to Charles Marlove , in ...
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... brother's room . She found Albert alone , pacing the floor . " Well , eccentric brother mine ; why this hasty summons , and how did you know I was at the Dusseldorf ? " " No ! -saved ! To see your danger , is to shun it . This man , as ...
... brother's room . She found Albert alone , pacing the floor . " Well , eccentric brother mine ; why this hasty summons , and how did you know I was at the Dusseldorf ? " " No ! -saved ! To see your danger , is to shun it . This man , as ...
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... brothers ; and the artist revealed to the man of business some new lessons of the heart , which were worth more than all his gold ! With deep anxiety did Emma await the re- turn of her brother , and when she saw him enter the parlor ...
... brothers ; and the artist revealed to the man of business some new lessons of the heart , which were worth more than all his gold ! With deep anxiety did Emma await the re- turn of her brother , and when she saw him enter the parlor ...
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... brother , whose ships now ride quietly at anchor in the bay , ready at any moment to reduce our city to ashes , without any means on our part to repel him , and you will at once per- ceive how completely we are at their mercy . My ...
... brother , whose ships now ride quietly at anchor in the bay , ready at any moment to reduce our city to ashes , without any means on our part to repel him , and you will at once per- ceive how completely we are at their mercy . My ...
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... brother -you will not betray me - or if you must , I pray you do it not here , at the festival . " Nathan Hale , for it was indeed he , well knew that no appeal to patriotism could move the breast of the tory , and for that reason he ...
... brother -you will not betray me - or if you must , I pray you do it not here , at the festival . " Nathan Hale , for it was indeed he , well knew that no appeal to patriotism could move the breast of the tory , and for that reason he ...
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Página 109 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 77 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Página 107 - Try not the pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Página 218 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 107 - Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior...
Página 118 - The Pauper's Deathbed. Tread softly — bow the head — In reverent silence bow — No passing bell doth toll — Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger! however great, With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
Página 78 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Página 77 - COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies! Thy genius commands thee ; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time, Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime; Let the crimes of the East ne'er encrimson thy name, Be freedom and science and virtue thy fame.
Página 153 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 216 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.