The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 6E. Littell, 1823 |
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... Death o'er the armed hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
... Death o'er the armed hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
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... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely asserting a singu- lar property of the mind ...
... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely asserting a singu- lar property of the mind ...
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... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
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... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing the dark and terrible insensibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; the awful preparation for the ...
... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing the dark and terrible insensibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; the awful preparation for the ...
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... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
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Page 104 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 146 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...
Page 104 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 38 - Ring out, ye crystal Spheres! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 527 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 258 - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold...
Page 516 - Of all men, saving Sylla, the man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General Boon...
Page 218 - Sheriff, at his return, told him, that since he was so ill prepared he should yet have two hours' respite ; so led him from the scaffold, without giving him any more comfort, and locked him into the great hall to walk with Prince Arthur. The Lord Grey, whose turn was next, was led to the scaffold by a troop of the young courtiers, and was supported on both sides by two of his best friends...
Page 507 - Solomon observes, to go to the house of mourning, than to the house of feasting.
Page 516 - Crime came not near him— she is not the child Of solitude; Health shrank not from him— for Her home is in the rarely trodden wild, Where if men seek her not, and death be more Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled By habit to what their own hearts abhor— In cities caged. The present case in point I Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety...