The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 1Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... sweet a gift to them . It seems a necessary vent to their joy of existence , and I believe in my heart that a dumb bird would die of its imprisoned fulness . Nature seems never so utterly still to me as in the depth of a summer ...
... sweet a gift to them . It seems a necessary vent to their joy of existence , and I believe in my heart that a dumb bird would die of its imprisoned fulness . Nature seems never so utterly still to me as in the depth of a summer ...
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... sweet music . You may temper your heart to the serenest mood by its low murmur . It is that kind of music that only intrudes upon your ear when your thoughts come languidly . You need not hear it if your mind is not idle . It real- izes ...
... sweet music . You may temper your heart to the serenest mood by its low murmur . It is that kind of music that only intrudes upon your ear when your thoughts come languidly . You need not hear it if your mind is not idle . It real- izes ...
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... sweet summer . Its music and its loveliness win away the senses that link up the affections , and we need a hand to turn us back tenderly , and hide from us the outward idols in whose worship we are forgetting the higher and more ...
... sweet summer . Its music and its loveliness win away the senses that link up the affections , and we need a hand to turn us back tenderly , and hide from us the outward idols in whose worship we are forgetting the higher and more ...
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... sweet voice is indispensable to a woman . I do not think I can describe it . It can be , and sometimes is , cultivated . It is not in- consistent with great vivacity , but it is oftener the gift of the quiet and unobtrusive . Loudness ...
... sweet voice is indispensable to a woman . I do not think I can describe it . It can be , and sometimes is , cultivated . It is not in- consistent with great vivacity , but it is oftener the gift of the quiet and unobtrusive . Loudness ...
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... sweets . The fairy land of imagination , the rich domains of reason have been ravaged and ransacked . It seems as if there were no solid ground left ; as if those among us who aspire to add new provinces to the empire of letters , must ...
... sweets . The fairy land of imagination , the rich domains of reason have been ravaged and ransacked . It seems as if there were no solid ground left ; as if those among us who aspire to add new provinces to the empire of letters , must ...
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Page 265 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 265 - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
Page 434 - Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Page 272 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Page 258 - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
Page 21 - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
Page 168 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 434 - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me?
Page 432 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 382 - ... an unheeded process in the skeleton of a mole, and whose mind like his microscope perceives nature only in detail ; the rhymer who makes smooth verses, and paints to our imagination when he should only speak to our hearts; all equally fancy themselves walking forward to immortality, and desire the crowd behind them to look on. The crowd takes them at their word. Patriot, philosopher, and poet, are shouted in their train. Where was there ever so much merit seen ; no times so important as our own...