Southern Quarterly Review, Volume 7 (Google eBook)

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Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell
Wiley & Putnam, 1845
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Page 118 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth ; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Page 117 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming ? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots...
Page 119 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up...
Page 113 - And GOD created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind : and GOD saw that it was good.
Page 112 - Roll on, thou deep and dark, blue Ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Lord Byron. Man marks the earth with ruin; his control Stops with the shore : upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled...
Page 409 - He shall stretch forth his hand also upon the countries : and the land of Egypt shall not escape. 43 But he shall have power over the treasures of gold and of silver, and over all the precious things of Egypt: and the Libyans and the Ethiopians shall be at his steps.
Page 309 - And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run: They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man without...
Page 309 - For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places: Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Page 118 - For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God...
Page 103 - The United States hereby cede to His Catholic Majesty, and renounce forever, all their rights, claims, and pretensions to the Territories lying West and South of the...

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