The Maine Monthly Magazine, المجلد 1Duren and Thatcher, 1837 |
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الصفحة 277 - I conjure you all that have had the evil luck to read this ink-wasting toy of mine, even in the name of the Nine Muses, no more to scorn the sacred mysteries of poesy; no more to laugh at the name of poets...
الصفحة 407 - But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death "makes a folly of posthumous memory. God, who can only destroy our souls and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names, hath directly promised no duration; wherein there is so much of chance that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration, and to hold long subsistence seems but a scape in oblivion.
الصفحة 406 - Twentyseven names make up the first story before the flood, and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century. The number of the dead long exceedeth all that shall live. The night of time far surpasseth the day, and who knows when was the equinox?
الصفحة 278 - But if (fie of such a but !) you be born so near the dull-making cataract of Nilus, that you cannot hear the planet-like music of poetry ; if you have so earth-creeping a mind, that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry, or rather, by a certain rustical disdain, will become such a mome, as to be a Momus of poetry ; then, though I will not wish unto you the ass's ears of Midas, nor to be driven by a poet's verses, as Bubonax was, to hang himself; nor to...
الصفحة 474 - I cry aloud to all and sundry, in my plainest accents, and at the very tiptop of my voice ' Here it is, gentlemen ! Here is the good liquor ! Walk up, walk up, gentlemen, walk up, walk up ! Here is the superior stuff...
الصفحة 474 - ... throat, if it be as thick there as it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score of miles to-day, and, like a wise man, have passed by the taverns, and stopped at the running brooks and well-curbs.
الصفحة 407 - In vain do individuals hope for immortality, or any patent from oblivion, in preservations below the moon ; men have been deceived even in their flatteries above the sun, and studied conceits to perpetuate their names in Heaven.
الصفحة 278 - Ireland ; yet thus much curse I must send you in the behalf of all poets; that while you live, you live in love, and never get favor, for lacking skill of a sonnet ; and when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an epitaph.
الصفحة 172 - By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!
الصفحة 313 - Enamoured, yet not daring for deep awe To speak her love :- and watched his nightly sleep, Sleepless herself, to gaze upon his lips Parted in slumber, whence the regular breath Of innocent dreams arose : then, when red morn Made paler the pale moon, to her cold home...