Sayings and Doings of the General Meeting, Volumen3Western Association of Writers., 1859 - 300 páginas |
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... thou- sand five hundred . So marked and immediate a success has never been attained by any of our five dollar magazines , with the exception of " The Southern Literary Messenger , " which , in the course of nineteen months ...
... thou- sand five hundred . So marked and immediate a success has never been attained by any of our five dollar magazines , with the exception of " The Southern Literary Messenger , " which , in the course of nineteen months ...
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... thou shalt soon be told ” — ( Then his eye betrayed a pearl of sorrow— Down it rolled- ) " Angel , " said he , sadly , " I am old ! " It must be confessed that some portions of " Old " ( which is by far the best of the collection ) ...
... thou shalt soon be told ” — ( Then his eye betrayed a pearl of sorrow— Down it rolled- ) " Angel , " said he , sadly , " I am old ! " It must be confessed that some portions of " Old " ( which is by far the best of the collection ) ...
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... thou canst not bear- Cannot the dragon's venom dare- Of the pure meed thou shouldst despair . Now sadder that lone maiden sighs ; Far bitterer tears profane her eyes ; Crushed in the dust her heart's flower lies . To show the evident ...
... thou canst not bear- Cannot the dragon's venom dare- Of the pure meed thou shouldst despair . Now sadder that lone maiden sighs ; Far bitterer tears profane her eyes ; Crushed in the dust her heart's flower lies . To show the evident ...
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... thou ! -oh , teach me , sweet , the angel tongue They talked in Heaven ere thou didst leave its bowers To bloom below ! To this Elfrida replies— If Athelwood should hear thee ! And to this , Edgar- Name not the felon knave to me ...
... thou ! -oh , teach me , sweet , the angel tongue They talked in Heaven ere thou didst leave its bowers To bloom below ! To this Elfrida replies— If Athelwood should hear thee ! And to this , Edgar- Name not the felon knave to me ...
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... thou wilt smile upon the passionate love That thou alone canst waken ! Let me hope ! Mad - Hush ! hush ! I may not hear thee . Know'st thou not I am betrothed ? Strang . - Alas ! too well I know ; But I could tell thee such a tale of ...
... thou wilt smile upon the passionate love That thou alone canst waken ! Let me hope ! Mad - Hush ! hush ! I may not hear thee . Know'st thou not I am betrothed ? Strang . - Alas ! too well I know ; But I could tell thee such a tale of ...
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Página 173 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!
Página 571 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 324 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 325 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 60 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 288 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 194 - In the whole composition there should be no word written of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one preestablished design.
Página 247 - He acts upon the principle that if a thing is worth doing at all it is worth doing well: — and the thing that he "does" especially well is the public.
Página 318 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Página 317 - And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers; — But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain...