The Literary Magazine, and American Register, Volume 3Charles Brockden Brown John Conrad & Company, 1805 |
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... eye pas- ses on to the rolls of population . Here he finds the number of human beings about ten millions . Compar- ing this number with fifty millions of cultivated acres , he finds that there are five cultivated acres to one person ...
... eye pas- ses on to the rolls of population . Here he finds the number of human beings about ten millions . Compar- ing this number with fifty millions of cultivated acres , he finds that there are five cultivated acres to one person ...
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... eyes ? All the soft and winning graces , the sweet smiles of winning beauty , the obedient blush of modesty , the charming fears of dependent weak- ness , and the tender apprehensions of the feeling heart , are for this purpose ...
... eyes ? All the soft and winning graces , the sweet smiles of winning beauty , the obedient blush of modesty , the charming fears of dependent weak- ness , and the tender apprehensions of the feeling heart , are for this purpose ...
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... eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled plain , ' Tis beauty bids me wish to change , And lures me back to earth again . But ah , I dream ! -no ...
... eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled plain , ' Tis beauty bids me wish to change , And lures me back to earth again . But ah , I dream ! -no ...
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... eyes around , Yon castle , on the rocky height , Tells me I tread on Scottish ground . Go then , and from this ... eye . That eye , responsive to thy light , Shall tremble with a brighter ray , For well she loves to woo the night , When ...
... eyes around , Yon castle , on the rocky height , Tells me I tread on Scottish ground . Go then , and from this ... eye . That eye , responsive to thy light , Shall tremble with a brighter ray , For well she loves to woo the night , When ...
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... eyes he had loved , was HER eloquent eye , Like them did it soften and weep at his song . Oh ! blest be the tear , and in memo- ry oft ' May its sparkle be shed o'er his wand- ering dream , Oh ! blest be that eye , and may passion as ...
... eyes he had loved , was HER eloquent eye , Like them did it soften and weep at his song . Oh ! blest be the tear , and in memo- ry oft ' May its sparkle be shed o'er his wand- ering dream , Oh ! blest be that eye , and may passion as ...
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Page 183 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease; The naked negro, panting at the Line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Page 426 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 363 - ... for a wrong thing. I answered that it was no love but friendship, as it was what I felt for him; we had not seen one another enough to love (as if love must have more time than friendship !) This was sincerely my meaning, and I had this meaning till Klopstock came again to Hamburg. This he did a year after we had seen one another the first time. We saw we were friends; we loved, and we believed that we loved; and a short time after I could even tell Klopstock that I loved.
Page 257 - Can there be any thing more ridiculous, than that a father should waste his own money, and his son's time, in setting him to learn the Roman language, when, at the same time, he designs him for a trade, wherein he, having no use of Latin, fails not to forget that little which he brought from school, and which it is ten to one he abhors for the ill usage it procured him?
Page 423 - Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art?
Page 354 - I sit with all the windows and the door wide open, and am regaled with the scent of every flower, in a garden as full of flowers as I have known how to make it. We keep no bees, but if I lived in a hive, I should hardly hear more of their music. All the bees in the...
Page 358 - With the unwearied application of a plodding Flemish painter, who draws a shrimp with the most minute exactness, he had all the genius of one of the first masters. Never, I believe, were such talents and such drudgery united.
Page 357 - My descriptions are all from nature ; not one of them second-handed. My delineations of the heart are from my own experience; not one of them borrowed from books, or in the least degree conjectural.
Page 422 - Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight. And bid these arms thy neck infold; That rosy cheek, that lily hand. Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Page 284 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...