The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 13Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1839 - American periodicals |
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... seen by him who envies the out- ward exhibition of estate . Our complaints , whether of merchants or of others , will be found on examination to be , in most cases , the results either of uncharitable and forced conclusions from circum ...
... seen by him who envies the out- ward exhibition of estate . Our complaints , whether of merchants or of others , will be found on examination to be , in most cases , the results either of uncharitable and forced conclusions from circum ...
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... for his attention to meteorological phenomena . He informs me , that no aurora - bo- realis has been seen , of any magnitude , in our country , north of Penn- sylvania , ( as he can learn , ) for 54 [ January , Fever of the Olden Time .
... for his attention to meteorological phenomena . He informs me , that no aurora - bo- realis has been seen , of any magnitude , in our country , north of Penn- sylvania , ( as he can learn , ) for 54 [ January , Fever of the Olden Time .
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... seen approaching , marked in large letters , CIRCUS , 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , and so on . This arrival has been talked of , and produces an immediate bustle and sensation . Fifty boys breaking loose from school , rush immediately to the street ...
... seen approaching , marked in large letters , CIRCUS , 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , and so on . This arrival has been talked of , and produces an immediate bustle and sensation . Fifty boys breaking loose from school , rush immediately to the street ...
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... seen , possess a solemn and composed beauty , while his pictures of nature are eminently spirited and artist - like . Now and then , it is true , we perceive a little exaggeration of thought , and something of vagueness in his ...
... seen , possess a solemn and composed beauty , while his pictures of nature are eminently spirited and artist - like . Now and then , it is true , we perceive a little exaggeration of thought , and something of vagueness in his ...
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... seen the old man at such a time , after he had been tipsily quaffing , ' surrounded by school - boys , and raving poetry , would have reminded you of that fine eclogue of Virgil , where the satyrs caught the old Silenus sleeping in his ...
... seen the old man at such a time , after he had been tipsily quaffing , ' surrounded by school - boys , and raving poetry , would have reminded you of that fine eclogue of Virgil , where the satyrs caught the old Silenus sleeping in his ...
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Page 77 - The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 522 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 374 - 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 433 - O, then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair ; Your walks border up ; sow and plant at your leisure, The bluebird will chant from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apple's sweet blossoms ; He snaps up destroyers wherever they be...
Page 121 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 287 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 77 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 97 - Your nuts in oak-tree cleft? — 'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth! Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy!
Page 96 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Page 374 - They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!