Literary Port Folio, Oplag 1–26E. Littell, 1830 |
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... head , is a few words upon the manner in which we shall hereafter endeavour to fulfil this part of our duty . We shall not have room for the mes- sages of our Presidents ; nor for the reports of future Conventions ; nor for the ...
... head , is a few words upon the manner in which we shall hereafter endeavour to fulfil this part of our duty . We shall not have room for the mes- sages of our Presidents ; nor for the reports of future Conventions ; nor for the ...
Side 2
... head , with powers so large , as to enable him to do all the good of his station , and so limited , as to restrain him from its abuse . This he would have faithfully administered , and more than this , I do not be- lieve , he ever ...
... head , with powers so large , as to enable him to do all the good of his station , and so limited , as to restrain him from its abuse . This he would have faithfully administered , and more than this , I do not be- lieve , he ever ...
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... head chopped off , so that Paine was set at liberty , and made the best of his way to New York . I asked him what he thought of his almost miraculous escape . He said the FATES had ordained he was not then to die . Says I " Mr. Paine ...
... head chopped off , so that Paine was set at liberty , and made the best of his way to New York . I asked him what he thought of his almost miraculous escape . He said the FATES had ordained he was not then to die . Says I " Mr. Paine ...
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... Head and heart at once beguiling , - Dearest ! if you will be smiling , Pr'ythee , smile on me ! V. Wherefore flirt , and aim your arrows At each harmless fop you see ? Coxcombs , hardly worth the hurting , — Tyrant ! if you must be ...
... Head and heart at once beguiling , - Dearest ! if you will be smiling , Pr'ythee , smile on me ! V. Wherefore flirt , and aim your arrows At each harmless fop you see ? Coxcombs , hardly worth the hurting , — Tyrant ! if you must be ...
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... head . On my own heart I lay The weary babe , and sealing with a breath Its eyes of love , send fairy dreams , beneath The shadowing lids to play . I come with mightier things ! Who calls me silent ? -I have many tones- The dark skies ...
... head . On my own heart I lay The weary babe , and sealing with a breath Its eyes of love , send fairy dreams , beneath The shadowing lids to play . I come with mightier things ! Who calls me silent ? -I have many tones- The dark skies ...
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Side 67 - The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.
Side 68 - Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number : he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power ; not one faileth.
Side 77 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Side 64 - We know that whilst some of them draw the line and strike the harpoon on the coast of Africa, others run the longitude and pursue their gigantic game along the coast of Brazil. No sea but what is vexed by their fisheries. No climate that is not witness to their toils. Neither the perseverance of Holland, nor the activity of France, nor the dexterous and firm sagacity of English enterprise ever carried this most perilous mode of hard industry to the extent to which it has been pushed by this recent...
Side 67 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 47 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Side 67 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many, make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around : of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'dSky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings...
Side 48 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Side 35 - Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends\ Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? three treasures, LOVE, and LIGHT, And CALM THOUGHTS, regular as infant's breath: And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, HIMSELF, his MAKER, and the ANGEL DEATH!
Side 68 - Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary ? there is no searching of his understanding. He giveth power to the faint ; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.