American Eclectic and Museum of Literature, Science, and Art, Volum 1John Holmes Agnew E. Littell, 1843 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 100.
Pàgina 15
... heard of a perfect man . But we are so as the average intellect of the people . If fortunate as to have known many wise and this is the case , the question is , whether good men ; many men to whose integrity the great body of mankind ...
... heard of a perfect man . But we are so as the average intellect of the people . If fortunate as to have known many wise and this is the case , the question is , whether good men ; many men to whose integrity the great body of mankind ...
Pàgina 37
... heard him , yet they had not power to speak brief narrative telling the history of ther stir , until at last , one of the people crying out public delusion , and the general mode of " what is the matter ? " the spectres all vanished ...
... heard him , yet they had not power to speak brief narrative telling the history of ther stir , until at last , one of the people crying out public delusion , and the general mode of " what is the matter ? " the spectres all vanished ...
Pàgina 43
... heard that they are the friends of the black man . " poor Jager , the eldest son of the old man , from his shrewdness and prowess , obtained the reins of the government of his tribe at an early age . He and his father once roamed on ...
... heard that they are the friends of the black man . " poor Jager , the eldest son of the old man , from his shrewdness and prowess , obtained the reins of the government of his tribe at an early age . He and his father once roamed on ...
Pàgina 47
... heard , as they said , that I had been long since murdered by Africaner . Much wonder was ex- pressed at my narrow escape from such a monster of cruelty , the report having been spread that Mr. Ebner had but just escaped with the skin ...
... heard , as they said , that I had been long since murdered by Africaner . Much wonder was ex- pressed at my narrow escape from such a monster of cruelty , the report having been spread that Mr. Ebner had but just escaped with the skin ...
Pàgina 48
... heard of among these In his dying exhortation to the people , people : whom he had called together to hear his last words , when he had given them direc- A chief , after listening attentively to me while tions for their future conduct ...
... heard of among these In his dying exhortation to the people , people : whom he had called together to hear his last words , when he had given them direc- A chief , after listening attentively to me while tions for their future conduct ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
American Eclectic and Museum of Literature, Science, and Art, Volum 1 John Holmes Agnew Visualització completa - 1843 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
admiration Agylla Alison Allan Cunningham appear beautiful Bechuanas bees Berryer body Burney called character court criticism Danube death doubt earth England English Etruscan eyes father fear feel France Frances Burney French friends genius give glaciers Griqua Guizot hand heard heart hive honey honor human interest Jules Janin King labor land language less letter light living look Lord Louis Philippe Madame Madame de Sévigné matter ment meteoric meteoric stones mind Moffat moral Napoleon nation nature never night object observed once opinion Paris party passed person poem poet poetry political Porson present Queen readers remarkable Russia scarcely scene seems seen Southey Spain spirit style supposed thing thou thought tion town truth whole words write young zodiacal light
Passatges populars
Pàgina 472 - ... godliness hath promise of the life that now is," as well as of that which is to come.
Pàgina 398 - And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.
Pàgina 158 - How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Pàgina 381 - For so work the honey bees : Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Pàgina 205 - But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes, A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose. On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed, No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist.
Pàgina 120 - ... serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me; And I perhaps may soothe this heart, In thinking too of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn. And never can restore.
Pàgina 205 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And like a dam the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ; And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
Pàgina 187 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Pàgina 354 - A bee amongst the flowers in spring, is one of the most cheerful objects that can be looked upon. Its life appears to be all enjoyment : so busy and so pleased...
Pàgina 205 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him !" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face; "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace.