Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Zväzok 19Werner's Magazine Company, 1897 |
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... Hear Her Sing . Nannie L. Hutter . 620 Legend of St. Valentine's Day , A. George A. Baker , Jr ..... 47 Tu Quoque . Austin Dobson .... 521 Letter from Camp , A. Walt Whitman ..... 53 Two Songsters . Richard Edwin Day . 98 Vowels , The ...
... Hear Her Sing . Nannie L. Hutter . 620 Legend of St. Valentine's Day , A. George A. Baker , Jr ..... 47 Tu Quoque . Austin Dobson .... 521 Letter from Camp , A. Walt Whitman ..... 53 Two Songsters . Richard Edwin Day . 98 Vowels , The ...
Strana 18
... hear the Marcellus Mass ; so it was sung in the Sixtine Chapel , at the Te Deum service in honor of the alliance be- tween the papal chair and the Swiss confederates , on June 19 , 1565 , Carlo Borromeo officiating at the altar , and ...
... hear the Marcellus Mass ; so it was sung in the Sixtine Chapel , at the Te Deum service in honor of the alliance be- tween the papal chair and the Swiss confederates , on June 19 , 1565 , Carlo Borromeo officiating at the altar , and ...
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... hear you recite it and I will give you sug- gestions . " At the end of an hour , the poem was mapped out and developed into a thoroughly effective recitation which has always made a hit in French circles , where it has been re- cited ...
... hear you recite it and I will give you sug- gestions . " At the end of an hour , the poem was mapped out and developed into a thoroughly effective recitation which has always made a hit in French circles , where it has been re- cited ...
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... hear him singin ' : 666 Mush , mush , too - ral - i - a - dee , Mush , mush , too - ral - i - a- Dar ' ye tread on the tail o ' me coat . " " He was tin foot high an ' wid arms on him like a mule's leg . He wore brass knuckles ...
... hear him singin ' : 666 Mush , mush , too - ral - i - a - dee , Mush , mush , too - ral - i - a- Dar ' ye tread on the tail o ' me coat . " " He was tin foot high an ' wid arms on him like a mule's leg . He wore brass knuckles ...
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... hear your hair growin ' on the top o ' your head , the king bawled , Are yez ready ? ' An ' they all said , ' Yes . ' Unloosh the bastes ! ' cried the king . The dures were opened , an ' the lions were pushed out into the arena , wid ...
... hear your hair growin ' on the top o ' your head , the king bawled , Are yez ready ? ' An ' they all said , ' Yes . ' Unloosh the bastes ! ' cried the king . The dures were opened , an ' the lions were pushed out into the arena , wid ...
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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 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
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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?
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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...