Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Bände 24-25G. R. Graham, 1844 |
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... person , manners and accomplishments , most espe- cially his music , mingled with the fascinations of his worldly advantages The count had studied the art of love in a Venetian gondola , under the most consum- mate masters , and soon ...
... person , manners and accomplishments , most espe- cially his music , mingled with the fascinations of his worldly advantages The count had studied the art of love in a Venetian gondola , under the most consum- mate masters , and soon ...
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... persons seated at a table- a bold and soldierly looking man of fifty , and a young lady , evidently his daughter . The beauty of the last mentioned person was so extraordinary that I nearly committed the indiscretion of an exclamation ...
... persons seated at a table- a bold and soldierly looking man of fifty , and a young lady , evidently his daughter . The beauty of the last mentioned person was so extraordinary that I nearly committed the indiscretion of an exclamation ...
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... person , he was to let me manage it alone if possible . Lord A sat unsuspectingly in his chiar , with his head turned half way over his shoulder to see why the officious host did not depart . I sprung suddenly upon him , drew him ...
... person , he was to let me manage it alone if possible . Lord A sat unsuspectingly in his chiar , with his head turned half way over his shoulder to see why the officious host did not depart . I sprung suddenly upon him , drew him ...
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... person , about forty years of age , full of pretension in dress and manner , putting herself " Oh ! don't look at it ! " she exclaimed , blushing and laughing . " I only sew here because I don't know what to do with my eyes among so ...
... person , about forty years of age , full of pretension in dress and manner , putting herself " Oh ! don't look at it ! " she exclaimed , blushing and laughing . " I only sew here because I don't know what to do with my eyes among so ...
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... person hides what they have written by folding the paper . May- nard then unfolds the paper , and reads it with a de- mure face and much expression , filling up at will . " Howard Gardner , Esq . , one pleasant evening , was so ...
... person hides what they have written by folding the paper . May- nard then unfolds the paper , and reads it with a de- mure face and much expression , filling up at will . " Howard Gardner , Esq . , one pleasant evening , was so ...
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Seite 213 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 213 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 213 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, - Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
Seite 213 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Seite 269 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Seite 131 - He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect. His temper was sweet, his affections Warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak. His life was spent in sinning and repenting ; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong. In speculation, he was a man of piety and honor ; in practice, he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.
Seite 244 - Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters - lone and dead, Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.
Seite 190 - The Heart — the Heart — there was the little, yet boundless sphere, wherein existed the original wrong, of which the crime and misery of this outward world were merely types.
Seite 60 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Seite 9 - Insight" shouts in Nature's ears His last conundrum on the orbs and spheres; There Self-inspection sucks its little thumb, With "Whence am I?