The North American Review, Volume 63

Front Cover
Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge
O. Everett, 1846 - American fiction
Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930.

From inside the book

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 209 - rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of music are brought low; when, also, they are afraid of that which is high, and terrors are in the way, and the almond is despised, and the locust is a burden, and the caper-berry
Page 249 - adventurers to the northern colony of Virginia, between forty and forty-eight degrees north latitude, were incorporated as " The Council established at Plymouth, in the County of Devon, for the planting, ruling, ordering, and governing of New England, in America.
Page 40 - out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. " Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart.
Page 62 - Much you had of land and rent; Your length in clay 's now competent. A long war disturb'd your mind ; Here your perfect peace is sign'd. Of what is 't fools make such vain keeping ? Sin, their conception ; their birth, weeping; Their life, a general mist of error;
Page 72 - up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings when I come but near the house : What a delicious breath marriage sends forth! The violet bed 's not sweeter. Honest wedlock Is like a banqueting-house built in a garden, On which the spring's chaste flowers take delight, To cast their modest odors.
Page 42 - The clock strikes twelve. It strikes, it strikes; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell. O soul, be chang'd into small water-drops, And fall into the ocean ; ne'er be found. Thunder, and enter the Devils. 1 '11 burn my books : O
Page 41 - Faust. O Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come.
Page 62 - m well awake) Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault; I 'd not be tedious to you. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me. Yet stay, heaven gates are not so highly
Page 74 - expend her yellow labors For thee ? for thee does she undo herself? Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships, For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute ? Why does yon fellow falsify highways, And put his life between the judge's lips, To refine such a thing ? keep his horse and men, To beat their valors for her ? Surely
Page 81 - rocks Groan with continual surges, and behind me, Make all a desolation ; look, look, wenches, A miserable life of this poor picture. Olym. Dear Madam ! Asp. I have done ; sit down, and let us Upon that point fix all our eyes, that point there ; Make a dull silence, till you feel a sudden sadness Give us new souls.

Bibliographic information