The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review, Volumen 1Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson Munroe and Francis, 1804 Vols. 3-4 include appendix: "The Political cabinet." |
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... hours mov'd blithe along , Urg'd by the nut - brown ale , and jolly harveft fong . What different founds around me rife ! Now midt a barren fcene I rove , Where the rude haum in hillocks rife , Where the rash sportsman frights the grove ...
... hours mov'd blithe along , Urg'd by the nut - brown ale , and jolly harveft fong . What different founds around me rife ! Now midt a barren fcene I rove , Where the rude haum in hillocks rife , Where the rash sportsman frights the grove ...
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... hours , fuch veffels as dropt into Torbay . On attempting to get on board one of these , which I did at midnight , I miffed my footing , and fell into the fea . The floating away of the boat alarmed the man on deck , who came to the ...
... hours , fuch veffels as dropt into Torbay . On attempting to get on board one of these , which I did at midnight , I miffed my footing , and fell into the fea . The floating away of the boat alarmed the man on deck , who came to the ...
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... hours in converse pure With her whom first I loved ; who long has crown'd My joys , and foothed me with her gentle voice , Under a load of forrows ; who has felt The power of truth divine ; and from whofe lips I catch the peace and love ...
... hours in converse pure With her whom first I loved ; who long has crown'd My joys , and foothed me with her gentle voice , Under a load of forrows ; who has felt The power of truth divine ; and from whofe lips I catch the peace and love ...
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... hours attend ! — That thou too , in thy turn , may'st know , How doubly sharp the woe- When from fortune's fummit hurl'd , We gaze around on all the world , And find in all the world No friend ↓ VERSES * Written , in confequence of the ...
... hours attend ! — That thou too , in thy turn , may'st know , How doubly sharp the woe- When from fortune's fummit hurl'd , We gaze around on all the world , And find in all the world No friend ↓ VERSES * Written , in confequence of the ...
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... hours in uninterrupted study , cultivating his tafte by contem- plating the moft correct models of ancient fculpture . Inftitu- tions like this have , in the opinion of philofophers and statesmen , a tendency to foften and humanize the ...
... hours in uninterrupted study , cultivating his tafte by contem- plating the moft correct models of ancient fculpture . Inftitu- tions like this have , in the opinion of philofophers and statesmen , a tendency to foften and humanize the ...
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Página iii - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Página 323 - And he took them the same hour of the night, and washed their stripes ; and was baptized, he and all his, straightway. And when he had brought them into his house, he set meat before them, and rejoiced, believing in God with all his house.
Página 299 - Then cometh he to his disciples, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going: behold, he is at hand that doth betray me.
Página 208 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 28 - Such praise is yours, while you the passions move, That 'tis no longer feign'd, 'tis real love, Where Nature triumphs over wretched Art; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm; and if the rising year, As in hot regions, brings the sun too near, Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our cooler climates will not grow.
Página 75 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Página 215 - Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with a span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance...
Página 299 - And he said unto them, What man shall there be among you, that shall have one sheep, and if it fall into a pit on the sabbath day, will he not lay hold on it, and lift it out?
Página 157 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Página 124 - By Pella's bard, a magic name, By all the griefs his thought could frame, Receive my humble rite : Long, Pity, let the nations view Thy sky-worn robes of tenderest blue, And eyes of dewy light...