The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... continued , in answer to her gaze of inquiry . " You know , Isabel , I have often said how he puzzled me . And to think , " he pursued , in strange excitement , " that Lucy Chard should have been insulted by a companionship with him ...
... continued , in answer to her gaze of inquiry . " You know , Isabel , I have often said how he puzzled me . And to think , " he pursued , in strange excitement , " that Lucy Chard should have been insulted by a companionship with him ...
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... continued their dispute in the dark ; but the animus was wanting , and in half an hour all were silent , after murmuring , " Thank the Lord . ' The cayotas , little wolves , or wild dogs , alone commenced howling , and now and then an ...
... continued their dispute in the dark ; but the animus was wanting , and in half an hour all were silent , after murmuring , " Thank the Lord . ' The cayotas , little wolves , or wild dogs , alone commenced howling , and now and then an ...
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... continued on our way . All surrounding country was now completely hidden from view ' ; it was even difficult for myself , who always brought up the rear , to distinguish with clearness the form of our guide , Mooldooyah , who not ...
... continued on our way . All surrounding country was now completely hidden from view ' ; it was even difficult for myself , who always brought up the rear , to distinguish with clearness the form of our guide , Mooldooyah , who not ...
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... continued efforts were , in our exhausted plight , painfully labo- rious ; and the entire helplessness of Mr. Moore , who still suffered from his complaint , added greatly to our fatigue . We stopped at last , from sheer inability to ...
... continued efforts were , in our exhausted plight , painfully labo- rious ; and the entire helplessness of Mr. Moore , who still suffered from his complaint , added greatly to our fatigue . We stopped at last , from sheer inability to ...
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... continued , after a pause ; " the large coffin is finished ; perhaps it may be our own last home - it would hold us all . " " Oh ! if that could only be ! " exclaimed Johanna , as she threw her arms round him " could we only all three ...
... continued , after a pause ; " the large coffin is finished ; perhaps it may be our own last home - it would hold us all . " " Oh ! if that could only be ! " exclaimed Johanna , as she threw her arms round him " could we only all three ...
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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.