Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1852 - American periodicals |
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... carrying Earl Temple were let loose upon him ; and his temper , along with him , according to their old " fam- never of the meekest , and always sharpened lily compact , " the source of Pitt's former five years against the Tory powers ...
... carrying Earl Temple were let loose upon him ; and his temper , along with him , according to their old " fam- never of the meekest , and always sharpened lily compact , " the source of Pitt's former five years against the Tory powers ...
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... carry out equably and effectively . It re- .1767 . In 1757 , the Rev. Dr. Brown pub - quired , at the same time , a caution only lished a pamphlet , in which the characters of Pitt and Junius were outlined in what we should call a ...
... carry out equably and effectively . It re- .1767 . In 1757 , the Rev. Dr. Brown pub - quired , at the same time , a caution only lished a pamphlet , in which the characters of Pitt and Junius were outlined in what we should call a ...
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... carrying our royal eagle in his pounces , and dashing him against a rock , he laid you prostrate . King , Lords , and ... carried all before them . Fearfully did Grafton expiate this sin against Lord Chatham , as Junius attests . The ...
... carrying our royal eagle in his pounces , and dashing him against a rock , he laid you prostrate . King , Lords , and ... carried all before them . Fearfully did Grafton expiate this sin against Lord Chatham , as Junius attests . The ...
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... carried on , and which has covered the authorship till now , is surprising . Junius says he did his business alone , and alone held his secret . But the feminine character of the handwriting , differing in the letter to the King from ...
... carried on , and which has covered the authorship till now , is surprising . Junius says he did his business alone , and alone held his secret . But the feminine character of the handwriting , differing in the letter to the King from ...
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... carried on with ruthless barbarity , and closing in defeat : the loss amid the snows of Russia of the most numerous and finest army of modern times ; finally , the invasion of the French territory , hitherto unpolluted by the presence ...
... carried on with ruthless barbarity , and closing in defeat : the loss amid the snows of Russia of the most numerous and finest army of modern times ; finally , the invasion of the French territory , hitherto unpolluted by the presence ...
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Page 160 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 161 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, " or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 160 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 161 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 161 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 162 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 157 - Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou...
Page 157 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 95 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 156 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!