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... Death . By W. C. Richardson Life of Gen. Wm . Richardson Davie of N. C. Life of Gov. John Endicott of Massachusetts . Lines . By Rev. Wm . Jay . 655 Return of Song , the . By W. H. Holcombe . 255 Return of the Redbreast , the . By ...
... Death . By W. C. Richardson Life of Gen. Wm . Richardson Davie of N. C. Life of Gov. John Endicott of Massachusetts . Lines . By Rev. Wm . Jay . 655 Return of Song , the . By W. H. Holcombe . 255 Return of the Redbreast , the . By ...
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... DEATH . A TALE . Upon a blithesome summer day Young Cupid roamed the forest wild , He passed the sultry hours in ... Death , Their scatter'd darts commingl'd lay And sound was the slumber of Death that day- The restless boy at length ...
... DEATH . A TALE . Upon a blithesome summer day Young Cupid roamed the forest wild , He passed the sultry hours in ... Death , Their scatter'd darts commingl'd lay And sound was the slumber of Death that day- The restless boy at length ...
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... Death and lo ! The beauteous rose - bud withered at his touch , And drooped , and perished , soon to be replaced By others no less dear . These grew and flourished ; And if you were remembered then , my babe , ' Twas but as when ...
... Death and lo ! The beauteous rose - bud withered at his touch , And drooped , and perished , soon to be replaced By others no less dear . These grew and flourished ; And if you were remembered then , my babe , ' Twas but as when ...
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... death : Gracious and merciful ! ' Tis to thy consecrating touch I owe This priceless blessing . When in joyous youth My cup of bliss o'erflowed , one little drop , Exhaled by thee , is now at last shed back Upon the parched and ...
... death : Gracious and merciful ! ' Tis to thy consecrating touch I owe This priceless blessing . When in joyous youth My cup of bliss o'erflowed , one little drop , Exhaled by thee , is now at last shed back Upon the parched and ...
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... death of Cornstalk and those who fell with across the river and the body was taken over . him . Captain McKee disavowed for himself This Gilmore was one of nineteen children and his garrison all participation in this mur- of the same ...
... death of Cornstalk and those who fell with across the river and the body was taken over . him . Captain McKee disavowed for himself This Gilmore was one of nineteen children and his garrison all participation in this mur- of the same ...
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Página 35 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Página 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Página 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Página 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Página 35 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Página 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Página 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Página 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Página 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Página 35 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...