The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 11, October, 1836 — John Shaqi
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 11, October, 1836Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 11, October, 1836
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_Pharaoh_.—Peace, on your lives! and you, ye Hebrew leaders,
Approach while I can see ye. I know not,
Or care to know, if this be incantation,
Or work of other Gods than those of Egypt;
But while I live, and hold the sceptre here,
Tho' all the accumulated gloom of hell,
And all its plagues be wasted on the land,
I will not let ye go, or bate one tittle
Of royal right to hold ye in subjection.
(_To Moses_.) Listen, and mark my words! they touch thy life:
Go from my presence, nor return unsummon'd—
For in the day thou seest me thou shalt die.
_Moses_.—Thou hast said well—I'll see thy face no more.
NOMS DE GUERRE.
Balzac's real name was Guez—Metastasio's was Trapasso—Melancthon's
Hertz Schwartz—Erasmus' Gerard.
TO ANNA.
Full forty years have fled away
Since first we hailed the wedding day,
And I've been blest, as well I may,
With Anna.
Though thou wert young, and tender too,
When first I sought thy heart to woo,
Thou'st never been unkind, untrue,
My Anna.
If bent with sickness, woe, or care,
Who offered up the sigh, the prayer,
Or proved a watchful angel there?
My Anna.
The stream of life may roughly glide,
And I in anguish may be tried;
I'll not repine, if by my side
Is Anna.
When dwindling from me one by one,
My num'rous sunshine friends were gone,
Who lingered still and loved me on?
My Anna.
Whilst others live in jarring strife,
We pass a calm, contented life—
I daily bless my matchless wife,
My Anna.
O, never can affliction move
The depth, the truth of woman's love!
For grief and pain would only prove
My Anna.
And when the closing hour draws near
In which I quit this earthly sphere,
I'll die repeating to her ear,
My Anna!
C.
LINES.
Oh! there's a light in woman's eye—
A liquid light—a living ray—
Which gleams upon our pilgrim path,
And guides us o'er life's rugged way:
A magic sound in woman's sigh—
A thrilling tone—so soft, so sweet,
That, like the harp of Æolus,
It seems a voice for angel meet,
Wailing a lost one from on high.
IGNOTUS.
BIBLES.
The first Polyglot Bible is that of Cardinal Ximenes, printed in 1515.
It contains the Hebrew text, the Chaldaic Paraphrase, the Greek
Septuagint, and the ancient Latin edition. The second is the Royal
Bible, Anvers, 1572: the third that of Le Jay, Paris, 1645: the fourth
that of England, London, 1657, edited by Walton. There are many since,
but of less celebrity.
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CLASSICAL BIBLIOGRAPHY.
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