Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 20John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1850 |
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... Heart is Young , 312 ; The Bitter Gourd , 313 ; The Cradle Song , 336 ; The World - Like Stream of Rosendream , 348 ; The Ital- ian Organ Boy , 318 ; Tears , 424 ; Death , 464 . R. zine , 178 Recent British Publications , Memoirs of the ...
... Heart is Young , 312 ; The Bitter Gourd , 313 ; The Cradle Song , 336 ; The World - Like Stream of Rosendream , 348 ; The Ital- ian Organ Boy , 318 ; Tears , 424 ; Death , 464 . R. zine , 178 Recent British Publications , Memoirs of the ...
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... heart , and with the same wisdom , he too [ A fine reprint of the work so eloquently reviewed in this ar- ticle is now in course of publication , in numbers , by Messrs . Har- per & Brothers , New York . ] VOL . XX . NO . I. 1837 . By ...
... heart , and with the same wisdom , he too [ A fine reprint of the work so eloquently reviewed in this ar- ticle is now in course of publication , in numbers , by Messrs . Har- per & Brothers , New York . ] VOL . XX . NO . I. 1837 . By ...
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... heart would " Once , and once only in his life , the dormant have been set upon purchasing it , and fixing my power was awakened ; it was by a bed of abode there , where the happiest days of my child- stocks in full bloom , at a house ...
... heart would " Once , and once only in his life , the dormant have been set upon purchasing it , and fixing my power was awakened ; it was by a bed of abode there , where the happiest days of my child- stocks in full bloom , at a house ...
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... heart , Gros- venor . No man ever tagged rhyme , without being the better for it . I write but little . The task of correcting Joan [ of Arc ] is a very great one ; but as the plan is fundamentally bad , it is necessary that the poetry ...
... heart , Gros- venor . No man ever tagged rhyme , without being the better for it . I write but little . The task of correcting Joan [ of Arc ] is a very great one ; but as the plan is fundamentally bad , it is necessary that the poetry ...
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... heart . * * * * Scoff ye who will ! but let me , gracious Heaven , Preserve this boyish heart till life's last day , For so that inward light by nature given , Shall still direct and guide me on my way , And brightening as the shades of ...
... heart . * * * * Scoff ye who will ! but let me , gracious Heaven , Preserve this boyish heart till life's last day , For so that inward light by nature given , Shall still direct and guide me on my way , And brightening as the shades of ...
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Page 191 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 480 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God as it were in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Page 493 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
Page 326 - The great secret of morals is love ; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively ; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others ; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Page 20 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Page 328 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 327 - 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!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 328 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 23 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
Page 184 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.