The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 10

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Oliver Everett., 1825

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Page 348 - Some trust in chariots, and some in horses : but we will remember the name of the LORD our God.
Page 429 - The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Page 532 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Page 389 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain ; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
Page 429 - Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein Amidst the pale and 'wildered looks of all the courtier train, And with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face' to face — the king before the dead : "Came I not forth upon thy pledge my father's hand to kiss? Be still, and gaze thou on, false king, and tell me, what is this? The voice, the glance, the heart, I sought — give answer : where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured...
Page 532 - Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now...
Page 402 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 289 - And murder sullies in Heaven's sight The sword he draws : — What can alone ennoble fight ? A noble cause ! Give that ! and welcome War to brace Her drums ! and rend Heaven's reeking space ! The colors planted face to face, The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear.
Page 152 - The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose ; The fanning wind, and purling streams, continue her repose.
Page 402 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...

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