Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Bind 1Joseph T. Buckingham, 1822 |
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... Ladies 117 Education 119 Smoking · 121 Music 122 Matrimonial Lottery 125 Feeling 126 Dreams 126 To the Dying Year 128 The Old Year's Address to the New Year 131 John Brown's Variety Store 134 John Brown's Bookstore 136 The Bear - The ...
... Ladies 117 Education 119 Smoking · 121 Music 122 Matrimonial Lottery 125 Feeling 126 Dreams 126 To the Dying Year 128 The Old Year's Address to the New Year 131 John Brown's Variety Store 134 John Brown's Bookstore 136 The Bear - The ...
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... lady refused admittance at a door , when there was a gentleman in the room ? Fie upon their gen- erals , and their bishops , and their champions ! To have suffered such an insult could not tarnish a saint . To be capable of inflicting ...
... lady refused admittance at a door , when there was a gentleman in the room ? Fie upon their gen- erals , and their bishops , and their champions ! To have suffered such an insult could not tarnish a saint . To be capable of inflicting ...
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... lady , will speak thus of her : Her sin was to be suspected ; she was made to suffer , as if suspicion had been proof ; a most persecuted woman - a most degraded queen . Her fre- quent trials eventuated in proving , that nothing could ...
... lady , will speak thus of her : Her sin was to be suspected ; she was made to suffer , as if suspicion had been proof ; a most persecuted woman - a most degraded queen . Her fre- quent trials eventuated in proving , that nothing could ...
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... ladies , and new shapes and appearances for the gentlemen . Now , as Horace says , Est modus in rebus — all things are to be measured ; sunt certi denique fines - nothing ought to be too long ; quos ultra citraque - either above or ...
... ladies , and new shapes and appearances for the gentlemen . Now , as Horace says , Est modus in rebus — all things are to be measured ; sunt certi denique fines - nothing ought to be too long ; quos ultra citraque - either above or ...
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... lady ? why do her eyes fail ? And why does she fix them so ghastly on him ? " Oh ! snatch off this necklace , this bracelet unclasp , The ring too - my blood , where they touch me , runs cold ; ' Tis the touch of the vampire ...
... lady ? why do her eyes fail ? And why does she fix them so ghastly on him ? " Oh ! snatch off this necklace , this bracelet unclasp , The ring too - my blood , where they touch me , runs cold ; ' Tis the touch of the vampire ...
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Miscellanies Selected From the Public Journals (Classic Reprint) Joseph Tinker Buckingham Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals (Classic Reprint) Joseph Tinker Buckingham Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
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Side 180 - I thank God there are no free schools, nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years ; for learning has brought disobedience and heresy and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both...
Side 59 - There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the port of Liberty, Thou hast been, and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore.
Side 76 - Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Side 267 - And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double-breasted vest — The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Side 41 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Side 86 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A Ray of Him who form'd the whole ; A Glory circling round the soul...
Side 267 - He pass'd securely o'er, And never wore a pair of boots, For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown; He wore a double-breasted vest, The stripes ran up and down.
Side 130 - Time ! time ! in thy triumphal flight, How all life's phantoms fleet away ! The smile of hope, and young delight, Fame's meteor beam, and fancy's ray ; They fade, and, on thy heaving tide, Rolling its stormy waves afar, Are borne the wrecks of human pride, The broken wrecks of fortune's war.
Side 98 - There is a sweetness in woman's decay, When the light of beauty is fading away, When the bright enchantment of youth is gone, And the tint that glow'd, and the eye that shone, And darted around its glance of power, And the lip that vied with the sweetest flower That ever in Psestum's1 garden blew, Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew, When all that was bright and fair is fled.
Side 100 - Where the glassy vapor cheats his eyes, And the dove from the falcon seeks her nest, And the infant shrinks to its mother's breast. And though her dying voice be mute, Or faint as the tones of an unstrung lute, And though the glow from her cheek be fled, And her pale lips cold as the marble dead, Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires, And her last fond, lingering look is given To the love she leaves, and then to heaven ; As if she would bear that love away To...