The New Monthly Magazine, Band 99Chapman and Hall (Adams and Francis; E.W. Allen), 1853 |
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... close to it , and the Landrath managed so cleverly to sacrifice the jug of water , which he had fetched for the morrow's coffee , that in a moment not a trace of burning wood could be seen . The quarrellers would not allow themselves to ...
... close to it , and the Landrath managed so cleverly to sacrifice the jug of water , which he had fetched for the morrow's coffee , that in a moment not a trace of burning wood could be seen . The quarrellers would not allow themselves to ...
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... close under the roof , against the sides of the hut , small lattice shelves are slung , on which mocassins , fur socks , and the dried grass , which the more prudent place in the soles of their boots to absorb mois- ture , are put to ...
... close under the roof , against the sides of the hut , small lattice shelves are slung , on which mocassins , fur socks , and the dried grass , which the more prudent place in the soles of their boots to absorb mois- ture , are put to ...
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... close , and we shall at least have as much as will pay what we owe . The house will then be our own , and you will see how happy and prosperous we shall be . Surely it is not the fault of the poor house that three children died there of ...
... close , and we shall at least have as much as will pay what we owe . The house will then be our own , and you will see how happy and prosperous we shall be . Surely it is not the fault of the poor house that three children died there of ...
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... close at hand ; to - morrow , if you cannot pay Mr. Stork , you will be cast into prison , and I shall sit alone here with that dying child . " " What do you say ? Cast into prison ! How do you know that ? Has that man been here ...
... close at hand ; to - morrow , if you cannot pay Mr. Stork , you will be cast into prison , and I shall sit alone here with that dying child . " " What do you say ? Cast into prison ! How do you know that ? Has that man been here ...
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... close , Where waves on waves in long succession pour , Till the ninth billow melts along the shore . His management of the " proud heroic , " in serious and sustained efforts , reminds us more of Campbell than any other poet we can name ...
... close , Where waves on waves in long succession pour , Till the ninth billow melts along the shore . His management of the " proud heroic , " in serious and sustained efforts , reminds us more of Campbell than any other poet we can name ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 297 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.