The North American Review, Volumen20

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Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge
O. Everett, 1825
Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930.

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Página 27 - all went merry as a marriage bell : Did ye not hear it ?—No, 'twas but the wind Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet To- chase the glowing hours with flying feet— But hark
Página 29 - 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, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon
Página 30 - sea Made them a terror—'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here. My task is done—my song hath ceased—my theme Has died into
Página 35 - 3? The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse, Their place
Página 28 - truly knew that peal too well, Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell ; Ho rush'd into the field, and foremost, fighting fell. Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress And cheeks all
Página 28 - of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms,—the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent, The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider, and horse,—friend, foe,—in one red burial blent!
Página 35 - no more ! And must thy lyre so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though link'd among a fetterM race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ! For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Must
Página 35 - To sounds which echo, further west, Than your sires ' Islands of the Blest.' The mountains look on Marathon— And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dream'd that Greece might still be free; For standing on
Página 213 - of one of the wisest and best men, whom the world has seen, that 'there exists in the economy and course of nature an indissoluble union between virtue and happiness, between duty and advantage, between the genuine maxims of an honest and magnanimous policy, and the solid rewards of public prosperity and felicity.
Página 100 - Christ, shall from henceforth be any ways troubled, molested, or discountenanced, for, or in respect of, his or her religion, nor in the free exercise thereof, within this province, or the islands thereunto belonging, nor any way compelled to the belief or exercise of any religion against his or her consent, so that they be not unfaithful

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