The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... mother who had sacrificed her , looked on her with a bleeding , if not with a remorseful heart . " A delightful morning ! " exclaimed the captain , helping himself to a third plateful of spiced beef . " We shall have a favourable trip ...
... mother who had sacrificed her , looked on her with a bleeding , if not with a remorseful heart . " A delightful morning ! " exclaimed the captain , helping himself to a third plateful of spiced beef . " We shall have a favourable trip ...
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... mother to win her back to health ? But all in vain . Her star of happiness had set , and that of life was on the very verge of the horizon . Occasionally they took her to the terrace at the bathing - establishment , hoping that the gay ...
... mother to win her back to health ? But all in vain . Her star of happiness had set , and that of life was on the very verge of the horizon . Occasionally they took her to the terrace at the bathing - establishment , hoping that the gay ...
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... mother . " " Lucy , are we thus to part ? " She resigned to him the hands he would have taken , and he stood there , leaning towards her . The remembrance of former days came over him memory leaped back to the time when he was last in ...
... mother . " " Lucy , are we thus to part ? " She resigned to him the hands he would have taken , and he stood there , leaning towards her . The remembrance of former days came over him memory leaped back to the time when he was last in ...
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... mother , maiden , Diggers for gold . The chorus was sung with great effect , and in the last verses it became a species of Dutch melody , for they seemed to forget the tune utterly , and all sorts of possible and impossible songs were ...
... mother , maiden , Diggers for gold . The chorus was sung with great effect , and in the last verses it became a species of Dutch melody , for they seemed to forget the tune utterly , and all sorts of possible and impossible songs were ...
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... mother's sister - we would most likely have had him with us now . How often I have warned him against sailing about alone in Kalleboe Bay . But he would go every Sunday . As long as I was in his employ I always made a point of ...
... mother's sister - we would most likely have had him with us now . How often I have warned him against sailing about alone in Kalleboe Bay . But he would go every Sunday . As long as I was in his employ I always made a point of ...
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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.