Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Volumes 30-31

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G. R. Graham, 1847

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Un récit (?) An indian legend- 1847, p 179

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Page 222 - For us was thy back so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed; thou wert our conscript, on whom the lot fell, and fighting our battles wert so marred.
Page 223 - Unspeakably touching is it, however, when I find both dignities united ; and he that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man's wants, is also toiling inwardly for the highest. Sublimer in this world know I nothing than a Peasant Saint, could such now anywhere be met with. Such a one will take thee back to Nazareth itself; thou wilt see the splendour of Heaven spring forth from the humblest depths of Earth, like a light shining in great darkness.
Page 143 - Let some beneficent Divinity snatch him when a suckling from the breast of his mother, and nurse him with the milk of a better time ; that he may ripen to his full stature beneath a distant Grecian sky. And having grown to manhood, let him return, a foreign shape, into his century; not, however, to delight it by his presence ; but terrible, like the Son of Agamemnon, to purify it.
Page 18 - There's freedom at thy gates and rest For Earth's down-trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds.
Page 223 - If the poor and humble toil that we have food, must not the high and glorious toil for him in return, that he have light, have guidance, freedom, immortality ? These two, in all their degrees, I honour ; all else is chaff and dust, which let the wind blow whither it listeth.
Page 222 - Two men I honor, and no third. First, the toil-worn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand ; crooked, coarse ; wherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of the Scepter of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weather-tanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence ; for it is the face of a Man living manlike.
Page 222 - ... and thy body, like thy soul, was not to know freedom. Yet toil on, toil on, thou art in thy duty be out of it who may ; thou toilest for the altogether indispensable, for daily bread.
Page 226 - And as I so thought, there rushed like a stream of fire over my whole soul; and I shook base Fear away from me forever.
Page 181 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV. I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Page 9 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.

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