American Illustrated Magazine, Band 21Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1886 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
answered arms asked Aunt Deb Barcase Bayard beautiful Bermuda Black Dave boat Braynor called Cape Ann catboat Charles Kemble child Cinderville cried Cyril dark daughter dead dear death Dellerton door Doré Esther Esther Hart eyes face father feet Fleetwood flowers followed gave gentleman girl give Glugg Glynde Gustave Doré hand head heard heart horses hour Island Jasper John Ampstead Kemble King knew lady Lamaseries laugh letter light Lilydale lips Lispenard live looked Lord marriage married Maud Loftus Mignon miles Miss never night Old Oaken Bucket once passed PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON replied river rose sail scarcely seemed Shirlaw smile stood story strange tell Telpherage thing thought tion told took turned voice walked WALTER EDGAR wife wind woman word young Zouaves
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 567 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; 3 till I am known, and do not want it.
Seite 567 - Seven years, my Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favor. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a Patron before.
Seite 539 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though...
Seite 114 - No one came to note it day by day. Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood. Heaved the rocks and changed the mighty motion Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean ; Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood, Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay, Covered it, and hid it safe away.
Seite 567 - Dictionary is recommended to the public were written by your Lordship. To be so distinguished is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
Seite 539 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Seite 567 - ... had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a Patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Seite 175 - The Story is told with Modesty, with Seriousness, and with a religious Application of Events to the Uses to which wise Men always apply them (viz) to the Instruction of others by this Example, and to justify and honour the Wisdom of Providence in all the Variety of our Cirumstances, let them happen how they will.
Seite 310 - Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause : This is the happy Warrior; this is He That every Man in arms should wish to be.
Seite 299 - As to one heaven-chosen amongst his peers : My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer Let me behold thee in future years ; — Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, Philip my king. — A wreath not of gold, but palm. One day, Philip my king, Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way Thorny and cruel and cold and gray: Rebels within thee and foes without, Will snatch at thy crown. But march on, glorious. Martyr, yet monarch : till angels shout As thou sit'st at the feet of God victorious, '•Philip...