Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Zväzok 19Werner's Magazine Company, 1897 |
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... comes to the point of practically applying these principles , it will not suffice to treat one individual like the other . I hope not to be misunderstood when I say that the method will shape itself ac- cording to the individual need ...
... comes to the point of practically applying these principles , it will not suffice to treat one individual like the other . I hope not to be misunderstood when I say that the method will shape itself ac- cording to the individual need ...
Strana 40
... comes in sight - a man , it sure must be ! - Who staggeringly , stumblingly , rises , falls , rises , at random flings his weight On and on , anyhow onward - a man that's mad he arrives too late ! Else why does he wave a something white ...
... comes in sight - a man , it sure must be ! - Who staggeringly , stumblingly , rises , falls , rises , at random flings his weight On and on , anyhow onward - a man that's mad he arrives too late ! Else why does he wave a something white ...
Strana 45
... comes round , I'll give it to you . " I thought it was a lovely plan , for Johnny's buttons are just beauties . I heard mother tell Sister Em that they cost two dollars a dozen . They look like gold . When we go to church , though ...
... comes round , I'll give it to you . " I thought it was a lovely plan , for Johnny's buttons are just beauties . I heard mother tell Sister Em that they cost two dollars a dozen . They look like gold . When we go to church , though ...
Strana 49
... comes down the grade , That great monopoly of trade . Yet no one sees the little maid . Where's Silly Billy ? Just as the train came dashing by From yonder curve , Just as they heard the mother's cry , Something with nerve , Something ...
... comes down the grade , That great monopoly of trade . Yet no one sees the little maid . Where's Silly Billy ? Just as the train came dashing by From yonder curve , Just as they heard the mother's cry , Something with nerve , Something ...
Strana 50
... comes on you ; and a hospital ward's not the place To grow younger in , exactly . What brought me ? Sit nearer , and bend your ear , For this plaguy breath comes short ; ' twould be hard for me now to join in a cheer . We were comrades ...
... comes on you ; and a hospital ward's not the place To grow younger in , exactly . What brought me ? Sit nearer , and bend your ear , For this plaguy breath comes short ; ' twould be hard for me now to join in a cheer . We were comrades ...
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Strana 399 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
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Strana 398 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Strana 319 - O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 398 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Strana 206 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Strana 537 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Strana 566 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon.
Strana 397 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...