The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 56

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Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis
1860

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Page 505 - Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
Page 44 - ... screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate, another that of his family ; some wishing to die from the very fear of dying ; some lifting their hands to the gods ; but, the greater part imagining that the last and eternal night was come, which was to destroy the gods and the world together.
Page 325 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 505 - Gracious is the Lord, and righteous ; yea, our God is merciful. The Lord preserveth the simple : I was brought low, and he helped me.
Page 576 - In pride and robes of honour shine. 2 But oh! their end, their dreadful end ! Thy sanctuary taught me so : On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3...
Page 53 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; .And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul : mark the decay And growth of it : if with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both, since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Page 564 - DIRGE. SOFTLY ! She is lying With her lips apart ; Softly ! She is dying of a broken heart. Whisper ! She is going To her final rest ; Whisper ! Life is growing Dim within her breast. Gently ! She is sleeping ; She has breathed her last ! Gently ! While you're weeping, She to heaven has pass'd.
Page 421 - When thou buildest a new house, then thou shalt make a battlement for thy roof, that thou bring not blood upon thine house, if any man fall from thence.

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