Littell's Living Age, Zväzok 40Living Age Company Incorporated, 1854 |
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Strana 30
... person to go in and communicate with the family . think of the sadness of death , or the grief of who lived next door . the relatives ; probably nobody had ever re- ' And , my poor fellow , ' said my father , ' what minded us of it : we ...
... person to go in and communicate with the family . think of the sadness of death , or the grief of who lived next door . the relatives ; probably nobody had ever re- ' And , my poor fellow , ' said my father , ' what minded us of it : we ...
Strana 33
... person she loved with all the wild strength of her heart , had proved false to her ; and if so , what wonder ! At the best of times she was but a gloomy creature , and it was a great honor for her father's daughter to be wedded to a ...
... person she loved with all the wild strength of her heart , had proved false to her ; and if so , what wonder ! At the best of times she was but a gloomy creature , and it was a great honor for her father's daughter to be wedded to a ...
Strana 37
... person ) — saying in her saucy way , that she was not surprised to see Miss Morton so bloodless and pale , for she only treat- ed herself to a Sunday's dinner of meat , and lived on slop and bread and butter all the rest of the week ...
... person ) — saying in her saucy way , that she was not surprised to see Miss Morton so bloodless and pale , for she only treat- ed herself to a Sunday's dinner of meat , and lived on slop and bread and butter all the rest of the week ...
Strana 42
... person ; but somehow , to Miss Cordelia it came out quite natural . Not of her latter days , of course ; but of her pony , and her little black King Charles's dogs , and all the living creatures that were glad in her pres- ence when ...
... person ; but somehow , to Miss Cordelia it came out quite natural . Not of her latter days , of course ; but of her pony , and her little black King Charles's dogs , and all the living creatures that were glad in her pres- ence when ...
Strana 43
... person saying something on the other side when I am trying to make up my mind - how can I reason if I am to be disturbed by another per- son's arguments ? But though I tell all these peculiarities of the Miss Mortons , they were good ...
... person saying something on the other side when I am trying to make up my mind - how can I reason if I am to be disturbed by another per- son's arguments ? But though I tell all these peculiarities of the Miss Mortons , they were good ...
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Strana 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Strana 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Strana 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Strana 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Strana 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Strana 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Strana 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Strana 146 - 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.
Strana 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.