The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 25Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1845 |
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... sweet - meats , ' as my friend Caleb Quotem says . I accompanied Mr. Brunton , the father of Mrs. Yates of the Adelphi Theatre , to one of the celebrated shows exhibited there . And here I must offer an apology to the gentleman ...
... sweet - meats , ' as my friend Caleb Quotem says . I accompanied Mr. Brunton , the father of Mrs. Yates of the Adelphi Theatre , to one of the celebrated shows exhibited there . And here I must offer an apology to the gentleman ...
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... sweet wind blows from coves Roofed o'er with emerald ; these , if I err not , Have left upon thy life a blessedness And a diviner beauty which hath grown Inseparable from thy purest thoughts , And brightens o'er thy face whose rose ...
... sweet wind blows from coves Roofed o'er with emerald ; these , if I err not , Have left upon thy life a blessedness And a diviner beauty which hath grown Inseparable from thy purest thoughts , And brightens o'er thy face whose rose ...
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... sweet seclusion thy young heart Drew forth from nature all ennobling aims , All generous impulses , and whatsoe'er ... sweet summer wind And blessed sunshine , nor shall she be less The giver of all sweet and happy thoughts , All ...
... sweet seclusion thy young heart Drew forth from nature all ennobling aims , All generous impulses , and whatsoe'er ... sweet summer wind And blessed sunshine , nor shall she be less The giver of all sweet and happy thoughts , All ...
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... sweet music for him to dance to ; strewing out before him its inexhaus- tible museum of play - things and curiosities ; kissing him ; painting his cheeks ; infusing ethereal and lively essence into his whole frame ; talking with him and ...
... sweet music for him to dance to ; strewing out before him its inexhaus- tible museum of play - things and curiosities ; kissing him ; painting his cheeks ; infusing ethereal and lively essence into his whole frame ; talking with him and ...
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... sweet - briar rose , which feeds upon the dew and assimilates by sacred processes the purest nutriment from the bosom of nature . As to her countenance , no one marked whether the features were regular and finely turned , for they were ...
... sweet - briar rose , which feeds upon the dew and assimilates by sacred processes the purest nutriment from the bosom of nature . As to her countenance , no one marked whether the features were regular and finely turned , for they were ...
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Page 287 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 165 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 165 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 165 - ... 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.
Page 165 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day.
Page 530 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Page 272 - It is good to make two blades of grass grow where only one grew before.
Page 509 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 530 - Wherefore it is said in the book of the wars of the Lord, What he did in the Red Sea, and in the brooks of Arnon, 15 And at the stream of the brooks that goeth down to the dwelling of Ar, and lieth upon the border of Moab.
Page 165 - We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seem'd 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...