The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... asked the captain . " Won't detain you a moment , sir , " added the waiter , kicking out his feet at the legs of those behind , with the view of keeping them at a distance . The captain rose , and walked out of the room , swinging his ...
... asked the captain . " Won't detain you a moment , sir , " added the waiter , kicking out his feet at the legs of those behind , with the view of keeping them at a distance . The captain rose , and walked out of the room , swinging his ...
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... asked Mr. Ravensburg of Ma- dame de Larme . " Mon Dieu , non ! " answered madame , shrugging her shoulders . " Such odd things were said last season , about people being ruined , and the like . I don't know whether they were true ...
... asked Mr. Ravensburg of Ma- dame de Larme . " Mon Dieu , non ! " answered madame , shrugging her shoulders . " Such odd things were said last season , about people being ruined , and the like . I don't know whether they were true ...
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... asked of him , and so he was admitted . A few days afterwards , when he had already made himself remarkable for his sanctity and devotion , the monks had occasion to put out a large quan- tity of corn to dry in the sun , and the novice ...
... asked of him , and so he was admitted . A few days afterwards , when he had already made himself remarkable for his sanctity and devotion , the monks had occasion to put out a large quan- tity of corn to dry in the sun , and the novice ...
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... asked , with blighted hopes . That is , he asked for Panning , but meant the white mule with the provisions . " Isn't Panning here yet ? " Haye asked , with a laugh . " Donner- wetter , he rode away with us - i . e . he was on foot ...
... asked , with blighted hopes . That is , he asked for Panning , but meant the white mule with the provisions . " Isn't Panning here yet ? " Haye asked , with a laugh . " Donner- wetter , he rode away with us - i . e . he was on foot ...
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... asked Wohlge- muth , who had only heard half the story . " Confound it , that's too bad , " Meier cried , and the smith now laughed along with them . Försterling had bread to bake the same evening , and the dough was all ready ; before ...
... asked Wohlge- muth , who had only heard half the story . " Confound it , that's too bad , " Meier cried , and the smith now laughed along with them . Försterling had bread to bake the same evening , and the dough was all ready ; before ...
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Página 78 - Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Página 412 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, — a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Página 297 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Página 296 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Página 298 - I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo ! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed, And motionless for ever.
Página 77 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Página 269 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
Página 296 - The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim.
Página 449 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Página 296 - The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead ; — Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home ; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come.