The North American Review, 116. köide

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Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge
O. Everett, 1873
Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930.
 

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Page 317 - of March, 1871, Congress declared that " hereafter no Indian nation or tribe within the territory of the United States shall be acknowledged or recognized as an independent nation, tribe, or power, with whom the United States may contract by treaty." Brave words these would have seemed to good William Penn, treating with the Lenni Lenape, under the
Page 200 - Beauty is but a flower, Which wrinkles will devour: Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye ; I am sick; I must die. Lord, have mercy on us!
Page 303 - Fais les sirènes bleues, Tordant de cent façons Leurs queues, Les monstres des blasons ; • Dans son nimbe trilobé La Vierge et son Jésus, Le globe Avec la croix dessus. Tout passe. — L'art robuste Seul a l'éternité. Le buste Survit à la cité.
Page 168 - Oriental and Linguistic Studies. The Veda ; the Avesta; the Science of Language. By WILLIAM DWIGHT WHITNEY, Professor of Sanskrit and Comparative Philology in Yale College. New York : Scribner, Armstrong, & Co. 1873.
Page 303 - Point de contraintes fausses ! Mais que pour marcher droit Tu chausses, Muse, un cothurne étroit. Fi du rhythme commode, Comme un soulier trop grand, Du mode Que tout pied quitte et prend 1 Statuaire, repousse L'argile que pétrit Le pouce,
Page 303 - Statuaire, repousse L'argile que pétrit Le pouce, Quand flotte ailleurs l'esprit; Lutte avec le carrare, Avec le paros dur Et rare, Gardiens du contour pur ; Emprunte à Syracuse Son bronze où fermement S'accuse Le trait fier et charmant ; D'une main délicate Poursuis dans un filon D'agate Le profil d'Apollon. Peintre, fuis l'aquarelle, Et fixe la couleur Trop frêle Au four de
Page 200 - Adieu, farewell earth's bliss, This world uncertain is: Fond are life's lustful joys, Death proves them all but toys. None from his darts can fly : I am sick; I must die. Lord, have mercy on us I
Page 180 - No one who has never been placed in a like position can understand my feelings at this hour, nor the oppressive sadness I feel at this parting. For more than a quarter of a century I have lived among you, and during all
Page 191 - The doctrines of the Constitution so vital to the country, which in former times received the support of the whole court, no longer maintain their ascendency. I am the last member now living of the old court, and I cannot consent to remain where I can no longer hope to see those doctrines recognized and enforced. For the future
Page 420 - great feelings will take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion. For there is no creature whose inward being is so strong that it is not greatly

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