Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volumen27John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1852 |
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... battle , had their store two stumps with bundles of arrows , he succored of winning back his lost laurels , he respects wasted ; and changing himself from place to place , himself still for the heart with which he en- animated and ...
... battle , had their store two stumps with bundles of arrows , he succored of winning back his lost laurels , he respects wasted ; and changing himself from place to place , himself still for the heart with which he en- animated and ...
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... battle which no peace follows , this side the grave ; which the grave gapes to finish , be- fore the victory is won ; and - strange that it should be so - this is the highest life of man . Look back along the great names of history ...
... battle which no peace follows , this side the grave ; which the grave gapes to finish , be- fore the victory is won ; and - strange that it should be so - this is the highest life of man . Look back along the great names of history ...
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... battle . Hume , who al- ludes to the engagement which we are going to describe , speaks of it in a tone which shows that he looked at it as something por- tentous and prodigious ; as a thing to wonder at - but scarcely as deserving the ...
... battle . Hume , who al- ludes to the engagement which we are going to describe , speaks of it in a tone which shows that he looked at it as something por- tentous and prodigious ; as a thing to wonder at - but scarcely as deserving the ...
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... battle , never forsook the deck till an hour before midnight ; and was then shot through the body while his wounds were being dressed , and again in the head ; and his surgeon was killed while attending on him . The masts were lying ...
... battle , never forsook the deck till an hour before midnight ; and was then shot through the body while his wounds were being dressed , and again in the head ; and his surgeon was killed while attending on him . The masts were lying ...
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... battles have been often followed by storms , and without a miracle ; but with a miracle , as the Spaniards and the ... battle , forming in all 140 sail ; and of these 140 , only 32 ever saw Spanish har- bor . The rest all foundered ...
... battles have been often followed by storms , and without a miracle ; but with a miracle , as the Spaniards and the ... battle , forming in all 140 sail ; and of these 140 , only 32 ever saw Spanish har- bor . The rest all foundered ...
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Página 161 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, " or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
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Página 162 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
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Página 157 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 95 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Página 156 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!