The Port Folio

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Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1822 - Philadelphia (Pa.)
 

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Page 360 - He heard it but he heeded not—his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their
Page 360 - I see before me the gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand—his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one. Like the first of a
Page 80 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green, and trimm'd with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, An ark, a tabernacle is Made up of whitethorn newly interwove, As if here, were those cooler shades of love.
Page 236 - the graver departments of divinity and philosophy; but we must ever contend for that great Christian principle, " Whether ye eat or drink, or whatever ye do, do all to the glory of God." Rigid as this principle may at first sight appear, it is not so in reality ; for the glory of God may be as
Page 80 - There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May: A deal of youth, ere this is come Back, and with whitethorn laden home: Some have dispatch'd their cakes and cream, Before that we have left to dream;
Page 374 - a land of deserts and of pits, a land of drought, and of the shadow of death*, a land that no man passed through, and where no man dwelt. These characteristics of the desert, particularly the want of water, will account for the repeated
Page 193 - Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worship! stocks and stones, Who were thy sheep, and in
Page 193 - ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they The Triple Tyrant; that from these may grow
Page 72 - And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; 1 could not love thee, deare, so much, Lov'dI not honour more.
Page 60 - was the Christ. And when Pilate at the. instigation of the principal men among us, had condemned him to the cross, those who had loved him from the first, did not cease to adhere to him. For he appeared to them alive again on the third day; the divine prophets having foretold these and ten thousand

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