The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review: Containing Sketches and Reports of Philosophy, Religion, History, Arts and Manners, Volume 10 (Google eBook)

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Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson
Munroe and Francis, 1811
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Page 220 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Page 394 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!
Page 290 - Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride : Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies.
Page 181 - Unto you therefore which believe he is precious : but unto them which be disobedient, the Stone which the builders disallowed, the same is made the head of the corner...
Page 394 - For there is hope of a tree if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground, yet through the scent of water it will bud and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Page 181 - Sanctify the LORD of hosts himself; and let him be your fear, and let him be your dread. And he shall be for a sanctuary ; but for a stone of stumbling and for a rock of offence to both the houses of Israel, for a gin and for a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
Page 394 - Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Page 321 - The general character of this translation will be given, when it is said to preserve the wit, but to want the dignity, of the original.
Page 178 - that he who goes about to speak of the mystery of the Trinity, and does it by words and names of man's invention, talking of essences and existences, hypostases and personalities, priorities in coequalities, &c.
Page 7 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, ' I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.

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