The Columbian Magazine, Volumes 5-6 (Google eBook)

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Israel Post, 1846 - Publishers and publishing
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Page 45 - Miss Temple did not or could not move. Her hands were clasped in the attitude of prayer, but her eyes were still drawn to her terrible enemy ; her cheeks were blanched to the whiteness of marble, and her lips were slightly separated with horror. The moment seemed now to have arrived for the fatal termination, and the beautiful figure of Elizabeth was bowing meekly to the stroke, when a rustling of leaves behind seemed rather to mock the organs than to meet her ears. "Hist! hist!
Page 298 - MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 58 - Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do...
Page 243 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Page 123 - He had read much, if one considers his long life; but his contemplation was much more than his reading. He was wont to say that if he had read as much as other men, he should have known no more than other men.
Page 278 - On some green and shelter'd bed, Where, at dawning or at noon, Come the birds with liquid note In each tender warbling throat, Or the breeze, with mournful tune, To sigh above my grave Would be all that I should crave Rosy June! But when thou art o'er the earth, With thy blue and tranquil skies, And thy gushing melodies, And thy many tones of mirth When thy flowers perfume the air, And thy garlands wreath the bough, And my birth-place, even now Seems an Eden bright and fair How my spirit...
Page 74 - But presently I did begin a capriccio, which I like very much ; and it did go ever louder and louder ; and I forgot that it was midnight, and that everybody was asleep. Presently I hear something go crack ! and the next minute I feel my father's whip across my shoulders. My little red violin dropped on the floor and was broken. I weep much for it, but it did no good. They did have a doctor to it next day, but it never recovered its health.
Page 57 - ... and flexibility; virtues incompatible with any vigorous exertion of intellect. Besides, by living more with each other, and being seldom absolutely alone, they are more under the influence of sentiments than passions. Solitude and reflection are necessary to give to wishes the force of passions, and to enable the imagination to enlarge the object, and make it the most desirable.
Page 92 - Duncan's battery, thrown forward in advance of the line, was doing good execution at this time. Captain May's squadron was now detached to support that battery and the left of our position. The Mexican cavalry, with two pieces of artillery, were now reported to be moving through the chaparal to our right, to threaten that flank, or make a demonstration against the train.
Page 211 - Divers noises were also heard in the room where the corpse lay, as the clattering of chairs and stools, whereof no account could be given.

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