The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
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... reading , although possibly in some instances , not well directed , tended greatly to extend and libe- ralize , enrich and embellish , the mind of the young student . It aided in supplying him with that fund of materials for writing and ...
... reading , although possibly in some instances , not well directed , tended greatly to extend and libe- ralize , enrich and embellish , the mind of the young student . It aided in supplying him with that fund of materials for writing and ...
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... reading and inquiry could bestow , he retired within himself , and followed the bent of his own genius . In the various exterior qualifications of the orator , Mr. Ames , though not perfect , was highly accomplished . His figure , some ...
... reading and inquiry could bestow , he retired within himself , and followed the bent of his own genius . In the various exterior qualifications of the orator , Mr. Ames , though not perfect , was highly accomplished . His figure , some ...
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... reading to a select circle , certain portions of his work , long before De Lisle's translation appeared . Conscious ... reader would turn with weariness and disgust from the plodder , who , though he may surpass the Stagyrite himself in ...
... reading to a select circle , certain portions of his work , long before De Lisle's translation appeared . Conscious ... reader would turn with weariness and disgust from the plodder , who , though he may surpass the Stagyrite himself in ...
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... readers , but our limits must confine us to the three concluding strophes : Quoi ! tour à tour , dieux et victimes , Le sort fait marcher les talens Entre l'Olympe et les abîmes , Entre la satire et l'encens ! Malheur au mortel qu'on ...
... readers , but our limits must confine us to the three concluding strophes : Quoi ! tour à tour , dieux et victimes , Le sort fait marcher les talens Entre l'Olympe et les abîmes , Entre la satire et l'encens ! Malheur au mortel qu'on ...
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... reader will , it is hoped , feel no disposition to carp at this abridgment . " Every thing has been omitted , aimed at persons now living , every thing elicited by political controversy during the revolution , and , in short , whatever ...
... reader will , it is hoped , feel no disposition to carp at this abridgment . " Every thing has been omitted , aimed at persons now living , every thing elicited by political controversy during the revolution , and , in short , whatever ...
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195 ページ - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
193 ページ - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
197 ページ - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
195 ページ - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
59 ページ - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
524 ページ - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
194 ページ - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
76 ページ - No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk in his garden or elsewhere, except reverently to and from meeting. "No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep house, cut hair, or shave, on the Sabbath day.
196 ページ - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
416 ページ - The engines thundered through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced. And one, the leader of the band, From Charing Cross along the Strand, Like stag by beagles hunted hard, Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.