The North American Review, Volume 2

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Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge
Vols. 277-230, no. 2 include Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930.
 

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Page 193 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 17 - I do not sleep, I have my eyes open, and the sun, which enlightens me, discovers to me a great captain at the head of a company of soldiers, who speaks as if he were dreaming.
Page 337 - I mean the ENLARGEMENT of the ORBIT within which such systems are to revolve, either in respect to the dimensions of a single state, or to the consolidation of several smaller states into one great confederacy.
Page 188 - Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods And Time hath made thee what thou art — a cave For owls to roost in.
Page 188 - ... the woods ; And time hath made thee what thou art — a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the numerous flocks That grazed it, stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded, yet safe sheltered from the storm.
Page 144 - ... in breadth, diminishing in thickness to the top, which is broken and irregular, and rent by a large fissure extending through a third of its height.
Page 145 - ... whole. The other parts of the summit of this hill are occupied by immense fragments of brick-work, of no determinate figure, tumbled together and converted into solid vitrified masses...
Page 6 - ... but man; and, from the ethereal heights to which he soars, looking abroad, at one glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes, and ocean, deep below him, he appears indifferent to the little...
Page 135 - O'er tones her heart of hearts had given, Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven ! It soften'd men of iron mould, It gave them virtues not their own ; No ear so dull, no soul so cold, That felt not, fired not to the tone, Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne 1 H.
Page 17 - We may go where we please, and carry with us whom we please, and buy and sell what we please. If your allies be your slaves, use them as such, command them to receive no other but your people.

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