American Monthly Knickerbocker, כרך 91837 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד
... Literary Notices , 83 , 188 , 297 , 416 , 587 1 34 46 སམྨ ཙྩ 505 , 605 427 JUNIUS ' Reply to Dr. BEASLEY , John Jenkins , a Story , · 93 173 K. 530 Knout , Punishment by the , 372 L. iv Letter from Dr. BRIGHAM to Dr. R. REESE ,
... Literary Notices , 83 , 188 , 297 , 416 , 587 1 34 46 སམྨ ཙྩ 505 , 605 427 JUNIUS ' Reply to Dr. BEASLEY , John Jenkins , a Story , · 93 173 K. 530 Knout , Punishment by the , 372 L. iv Letter from Dr. BRIGHAM to Dr. R. REESE ,
עמוד
... Letter from Dr. BRIGHAM to Dr. R. REESE , 83 , LOCKE Illustrated , Leaves from the South - West and Religion , 377 ... Letters from Palmyra , 458 Stanzas , by W. P. PALMer , Esq . , - 82 Lessons , 504 Sleep , 110 Letters from Virginia ...
... Letter from Dr. BRIGHAM to Dr. R. REESE , 83 , LOCKE Illustrated , Leaves from the South - West and Religion , 377 ... Letters from Palmyra , 458 Stanzas , by W. P. PALMer , Esq . , - 82 Lessons , 504 Sleep , 110 Letters from Virginia ...
עמוד 5
... letter from Leo , ordering him to go to the quarries of Pietra Santa for that purpose . Michael Angelo complied , but reported that the marble there was of bad quality , and that there was no way of conveying it to Florence , without ...
... letter from Leo , ordering him to go to the quarries of Pietra Santa for that purpose . Michael Angelo complied , but reported that the marble there was of bad quality , and that there was no way of conveying it to Florence , without ...
עמוד 28
... letters on the back , and nobody could tell the title of the book . But it was well known to be a book of magic ; and once ... letter pages a rose , or what was once a rose , though now the green leaves and crimson petals had assumed one ...
... letters on the back , and nobody could tell the title of the book . But it was well known to be a book of magic ; and once ... letter pages a rose , or what was once a rose , though now the green leaves and crimson petals had assumed one ...
עמוד 32
... letter pages of the book of magic ; a third seated himself in an arm - chair , and strove to imitate the venerable dignity of Dr. Heidegger . Then all shouted mirthfully , and leaped about the room . The Widow Wycherly if so fresh a ...
... letter pages of the book of magic ; a third seated himself in an arm - chair , and strove to imitate the venerable dignity of Dr. Heidegger . Then all shouted mirthfully , and leaped about the room . The Widow Wycherly if so fresh a ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admiration American Angelique appear arms beautiful bosom Brigham called captain character Christian Cicero comets dance dark dear death deep delight earth England excitement father favor fear feel Friar Lawrence FRIEDRICH THIERSCH genius gentleman give grace Greek Grogram hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Heidegger honor hope John Liston knout labor lady language light literary living look Medbourne mind Mohegan moral mother Naples Narragansets nature never New-York night noble o'er once passed phrenology Plato pleasure poet poetry poor present Probus racter reader replied rich Sachem SAMUEL COLMAN scene seemed smile soon soul spirit sweet taste tears thee thing thou thought tion trees truth turned TWICE-TOLD TALES Uncas voice volume waters woman words wrecker writer young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 105 - I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, Logan is the friend of white men.
עמוד 553 - 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.
עמוד 567 - CALL it not vain :— they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
עמוד 472 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
עמוד 606 - Then the lords of the Philistines brought up to her seven green withs which had not been dried, and she bound him with them. Now there were men lying in wait, abiding with her in the chamber. And she said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.
עמוד 132 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
עמוד 472 - My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
עמוד 204 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, — But none shall weep a tear for me! My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail, — its date is brief...
עמוד 110 - CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable night, Brother to death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of...
עמוד 423 - Who next ? Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other schoolboy troubles, in a draught from the Town Pump.