The New monthly magazine, and literary journal. [American ed.], Volume 10

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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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