The American Magazine, 3

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Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1877
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˹ 94 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.
˹ 428 - Pluck up thy spirits, man, and be not afraid to do thine office. My neck is very short. Take heed therefore thou strike not awry, for saving of thine honesty.
˹ 226 - Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did :" and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation, than angling.
˹ 564 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
˹ 94 - A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
˹ 427 - Rich, now deposed, that in a private conversation in the Tower, More had said : " the parliament cannot make " the king head of the church, because it is a civil " tribunal without any spiritual authority.
˹ 234 - The talent of turning men into ridicule, and exposing to laughter those one converses with, is the qualification of little ungenerous tempers.
˹ 94 - Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven.
˹ 186 - Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. "No light had we; for that we do repent, And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
˹ 271 - For our present purpose, the great, value of the study of these Indian examples is that it widens so immensely our basis for architectural criticism. It is only by becoming familiar with forms so utterly dissimilar from those we have hitherto been conversant with, that we perceive how narrow is the purview that is content with one form or one passing fashion. By rising to this wider range we shall perceive that architecture is as many-sided as human nature itself, and learn how few feelings and how...

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