The Atlantic Monthly, Zväzok 52Atlantic Monthly Company, 1883 |
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Strana 2
... beautiful robes and have pretty little boys to wait on him with censers in their hands . " No , " said the little urchin , stoutly , " I won't be a priest . " He found in his pocket a roast chestnut Mariuccia had given him , and began ...
... beautiful robes and have pretty little boys to wait on him with censers in their hands . " No , " said the little urchin , stoutly , " I won't be a priest . " He found in his pocket a roast chestnut Mariuccia had given him , and began ...
Strana 8
... beautiful after all , for she is so unlike our Ro- man ladies . She has a delicate nose , full of sentiment , and pointed a little downward for pride ; she has deep blue eyes , wide apart and dreamy , and a lit- tle shaded by brows that ...
... beautiful after all , for she is so unlike our Ro- man ladies . She has a delicate nose , full of sentiment , and pointed a little downward for pride ; she has deep blue eyes , wide apart and dreamy , and a lit- tle shaded by brows that ...
Strana 28
... beautiful church of the second order of importance , with a charming mouse - colored complexion and a pair of fantastic towers . There is a commodious little square in front of it , from which you may look up at its very ornamental face ...
... beautiful church of the second order of importance , with a charming mouse - colored complexion and a pair of fantastic towers . There is a commodious little square in front of it , from which you may look up at its very ornamental face ...
Strana 31
... beautiful arcade , which is terribly bruised and obliterat- ed , is one of those walks of interlaced til- leuls which are so frequent in Touraine , and into which the green light filters so softly through a lattice of clipped twigs ...
... beautiful arcade , which is terribly bruised and obliterat- ed , is one of those walks of interlaced til- leuls which are so frequent in Touraine , and into which the green light filters so softly through a lattice of clipped twigs ...
Strana 34
... beautiful and elaborate of all the old royal residences of this part of France , and I suppose it should have all the honors of my description . As you cross its threshold you step straight into the brilliant movement of the French ...
... beautiful and elaborate of all the old royal residences of this part of France , and I suppose it should have all the honors of my description . As you cross its threshold you step straight into the brilliant movement of the French ...
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Strana 53 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Strana 51 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Strana 52 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strana 341 - Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din!
Strana 53 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, — Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Strana 340 - When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest, "What is that ?" he cried, in terror ; "What is that?" he said, "Nokomis ?" And the good Nokomis answered : " That is but the owl and owlet, Talking in their native language, Talking, scolding at each other.
Strana 144 - Every Stitch Described and Engraved with the utmost Accuracy, and the Quantity of Material requisite for each Pattern stated. Comprising; TATTING PATTERNS. EMBROIDERY PATTERNS. CROCHET PATTERNS. KNITTING AND NETTING PATTERNS.
Strana 52 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Strana 54 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Strana 332 - But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.