Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals, Volume 1Joseph T. Buckingham, 1822 - American literature |
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... lives and conversation . The scru- tinizing eye of infidel philosophy was upon them , and these unbelievers would have hailed it as a triumph to have caught them in the slightest deviation from their professions But no greater proof of ...
... lives and conversation . The scru- tinizing eye of infidel philosophy was upon them , and these unbelievers would have hailed it as a triumph to have caught them in the slightest deviation from their professions But no greater proof of ...
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... live a hun- dred years , as that sort of bird used to do , or perhaps it is a bird of passage , for it disappeared long ago . A barber of my acquaintance has hung up his own likeness , over his shop door , as a lure , having shaved ...
... live a hun- dred years , as that sort of bird used to do , or perhaps it is a bird of passage , for it disappeared long ago . A barber of my acquaintance has hung up his own likeness , over his shop door , as a lure , having shaved ...
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... pour , And peal their canon's loudest roar , And storm our land ; They still shall find , our lives are giv'n To die for home ; -and leant on Heav'n , Our hand . . P. THE BROKEN HEART . [ Columbian Register . New - NEW - ENGLAND . 59.
... pour , And peal their canon's loudest roar , And storm our land ; They still shall find , our lives are giv'n To die for home ; -and leant on Heav'n , Our hand . . P. THE BROKEN HEART . [ Columbian Register . New - NEW - ENGLAND . 59.
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... Live as my father did . A pound of salt pork every other day for din- ner , with a little bread and cheese by way of change , will do very well , and will not cost much . This is the way in which Mrs. Demurrer lives . And what a dash ...
... Live as my father did . A pound of salt pork every other day for din- ner , with a little bread and cheese by way of change , will do very well , and will not cost much . This is the way in which Mrs. Demurrer lives . And what a dash ...
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... live in harmony and peace with neigh- bours and acquaintances . Notwithstanding all that stoics and misanthropes have written on the depravity and in- nate wickedness of man , I could never seriously believe , that the human heart is so ...
... live in harmony and peace with neigh- bours and acquaintances . Notwithstanding all that stoics and misanthropes have written on the depravity and in- nate wickedness of man , I could never seriously believe , that the human heart is so ...
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Page 180 - I thank God there are no free schools, nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years ; for learning has brought disobedience and heresy and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both...
Page 59 - There is no other land like thee, No dearer shore ; Thou art the shelter of the free ; The home, the port of Liberty, Thou hast been, and shall ever be, Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son She bore.
Page 76 - Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Page 267 - And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown ; He wore a double-breasted vest — The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Page 41 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Page 86 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A Ray of Him who form'd the whole ; A Glory circling round the soul...
Page 267 - He pass'd securely o'er, And never wore a pair of boots, For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown; He wore a double-breasted vest, The stripes ran up and down.
Page 130 - Time ! time ! in thy triumphal flight, How all life's phantoms fleet away ! The smile of hope, and young delight, Fame's meteor beam, and fancy's ray ; They fade, and, on thy heaving tide, Rolling its stormy waves afar, Are borne the wrecks of human pride, The broken wrecks of fortune's war.
Page 98 - There is a sweetness in woman's decay, When the light of beauty is fading away, When the bright enchantment of youth is gone, And the tint that glow'd, and the eye that shone, And darted around its glance of power, And the lip that vied with the sweetest flower That ever in Psestum's1 garden blew, Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew, When all that was bright and fair is fled.
Page 100 - Where the glassy vapor cheats his eyes, And the dove from the falcon seeks her nest, And the infant shrinks to its mother's breast. And though her dying voice be mute, Or faint as the tones of an unstrung lute, And though the glow from her cheek be fled, And her pale lips cold as the marble dead, Her eye still beams unwonted fires With a woman's love and a saint's desires, And her last fond, lingering look is given To the love she leaves, and then to heaven ; As if she would bear that love away To...