The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 4; Volume 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 - American literature |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 89
Page 3
... poor in comparison ; for the one has been accompanied by the smiles , and the other by the tears , of a grateful people . The erudite self - diplo- maed Doctor's first appearance in our country was , not to be too circumstantial ...
... poor in comparison ; for the one has been accompanied by the smiles , and the other by the tears , of a grateful people . The erudite self - diplo- maed Doctor's first appearance in our country was , not to be too circumstantial ...
Page 10
... poor , but because he was a thief and had the bag . ” — John , xii . 6 . " I smote him - I caught him by his beard , and smote him and slew him . " 1 Sam . xvii . 35 . " Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day - let it not be joined ...
... poor , but because he was a thief and had the bag . ” — John , xii . 6 . " I smote him - I caught him by his beard , and smote him and slew him . " 1 Sam . xvii . 35 . " Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day - let it not be joined ...
Page 28
... poor animal's side ; there they lay struggling , the man without the power to help himself , the bull above them , tossing his bloody horns and preparing for another thrust - the man's death seems inevitable , yet your eyes are riveted ...
... poor animal's side ; there they lay struggling , the man without the power to help himself , the bull above them , tossing his bloody horns and preparing for another thrust - the man's death seems inevitable , yet your eyes are riveted ...
Page 29
... poor animal to his final death , seems a gratuitous aggravation of the cruelty of the game ; which continues till six bulls have fallen victims to the sword of the matador . The men often suffer severely , and are lifted hastily over ...
... poor animal to his final death , seems a gratuitous aggravation of the cruelty of the game ; which continues till six bulls have fallen victims to the sword of the matador . The men often suffer severely , and are lifted hastily over ...
Page 30
... poor toro usually makes his final exit after the matador has done his work , and in come a pair of innocent , unconscious looking asses , bearing each a clown on his back , so grotesquely arrayed and so disfigured with paint , as ...
... poor toro usually makes his final exit after the matador has done his work , and in come a pair of innocent , unconscious looking asses , bearing each a clown on his back , so grotesquely arrayed and so disfigured with paint , as ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
admiration American Animal Magnetism appeared arms Bank beautiful Berryer better bosom Brashleigh breath called chamber character Charles River Bridge dark death dream Drysalter Duke Duke of Braganza earth England English eyes father favor feeling flowers forest France French gentleman give grace grand Hamlet hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hour House of Braganza Indian interest Joe Bolton lady live look lover magnet manner mind moral morning nation nature never New-York night o'er oculist once party passed passion Pfaffenheimer Phrenology poet poetry political poor present Puritani racter river Royal Robbins Sachem scene seemed smile somnambules song soon soul spirit sweet sylph taste thee thing thou thought tion tree voice Whig words young youth Zacatecas
Popular passages
Page 245 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Page 11 - Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels ? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be...
Page 6 - There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again.
Page 580 - Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip.
Page 178 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans, laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Page 225 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 178 - I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Page 178 - In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi' very gladness grat. Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane Had ony power to speak! That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled, — unsung ! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi...
Page 309 - They will bring with them the principles of the governments they leave, imbibed in their early youth; or, if able to throw them off it will be in exchange for an unbounded licentiousness, passing as is usual, from one extreme to another. It would be a miracle were they to stop precisely at the point of temperate liberty.
Page 580 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.