The Literary and Scientific Repository, and Critical Review, Volume 2Wiley and Halsted, 1821 |
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... hearts of " all the spectators . " Is it probable , that a sentiment , so just and so general , should have awakened only at the moment of the exe- cution , or that the Commander in Chief , should alone have been an exception to it ? In ...
... hearts of " all the spectators . " Is it probable , that a sentiment , so just and so general , should have awakened only at the moment of the exe- cution , or that the Commander in Chief , should alone have been an exception to it ? In ...
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... heart of all their power , The voice of triumph from that hour Rose faintly , mid the heathen host , - Sunk was their pride , and quelled their boast . Broken and scattering wide and far , Feebly they yet maintained the war . Spring ...
... heart of all their power , The voice of triumph from that hour Rose faintly , mid the heathen host , - Sunk was their pride , and quelled their boast . Broken and scattering wide and far , Feebly they yet maintained the war . Spring ...
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... heart ! ' These lines may be added , from a preceding part of the same dialogue : - " And I must go , " the chieftain cried , " To join the children of despair ; - The eagle may fly to his mountain side , And the panther from toils and ...
... heart ! ' These lines may be added , from a preceding part of the same dialogue : - " And I must go , " the chieftain cried , " To join the children of despair ; - The eagle may fly to his mountain side , And the panther from toils and ...
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... heart . But why recount their sorrows past , From the first martyr to the last ? Or pope's or bishop's bigot zeal , Alike their hate of Christian weal ; Or torture's pangs and faggot's flame , Or fines and exile , ' twas the same , Same ...
... heart . But why recount their sorrows past , From the first martyr to the last ? Or pope's or bishop's bigot zeal , Alike their hate of Christian weal ; Or torture's pangs and faggot's flame , Or fines and exile , ' twas the same , Same ...
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... heart is cold and desolate ; - I shall not struggle long with fate . Had I a mortal foe , and were His form to rise upon me here , There is no power within my soul , My arm or weapon to control ; - Sunken and cold ! but it will rise ...
... heart is cold and desolate ; - I shall not struggle long with fate . Had I a mortal foe , and were His form to rise upon me here , There is no power within my soul , My arm or weapon to control ; - Sunken and cold ! but it will rise ...
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Page 188 - Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since,— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.
Page 188 - ... dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle. Whenever her name was mentioned, however, he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and cast up his eyes ; which might pass either for an expression of resignation to his fate or joy at his deliverance. He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel.
Page 187 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Page 182 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When...
Page 186 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared.
Page 86 - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth...
Page 185 - His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large flagons and made signs to him to wait upon the company. He obeyed with fear and trembling. They quaffed the liquor in profound silence and then returned to their game.
Page 187 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question ; when a knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone, " what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at hia heels,...
Page 197 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Page 291 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...