Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Том 60Harper's Magazine Company, 1880 |
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... appeared two shining black Heads " .... 400 Yacht Scene 558 " Here and there we tried to brush the Weeds away " . 892 WILL'S WILL , AND HIS TWO THANKSGIVINGS .. ... Rose Terry Cooke 112 WINTER IDYL , A ... William Hamilton Gibson 513 ...
... appeared two shining black Heads " .... 400 Yacht Scene 558 " Here and there we tried to brush the Weeds away " . 892 WILL'S WILL , AND HIS TWO THANKSGIVINGS .. ... Rose Terry Cooke 112 WINTER IDYL , A ... William Hamilton Gibson 513 ...
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... appeared that his two wives were admirably planned for his use . Joséphine de Beauharnais was an ideal wife for a young and rising man of gen- ius . She had everything which would appeal to a fancy like his , at once selfish and ...
... appeared that his two wives were admirably planned for his use . Joséphine de Beauharnais was an ideal wife for a young and rising man of gen- ius . She had everything which would appeal to a fancy like his , at once selfish and ...
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... appeared in the ficers of state , of the army , and the impe- Moniteur , and the haughty Prince resign- rial household . The Emperor entered ed every public function he had held . and took his place on the raised dais ; at He played at ...
... appeared in the ficers of state , of the army , and the impe- Moniteur , and the haughty Prince resign- rial household . The Emperor entered ed every public function he had held . and took his place on the raised dais ; at He played at ...
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... appeared that that gentleman , having got into difficulties what he might do with himself . Secondly , that if Mr. Frederick Smeth- urst were to put a string and a stone round his neck and betake himself to the bottom of the sea , he ...
... appeared that that gentleman , having got into difficulties what he might do with himself . Secondly , that if Mr. Frederick Smeth- urst were to put a string and a stone round his neck and betake himself to the bottom of the sea , he ...
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... appeared the scar- It was upon " My position as ship's doctor , " he re - let cap of Hector of Moidart . torts , " is compromised . If Captain John falls ill on my hands , whom am I to blame but myself ? " " I am quite sure I can get ...
... appeared the scar- It was upon " My position as ship's doctor , " he re - let cap of Hector of Moidart . torts , " is compromised . If Captain John falls ill on my hands , whom am I to blame but myself ? " " I am quite sure I can get ...
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Сторінка 388 - The trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
Сторінка 168 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep; At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV
Сторінка 170 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns : By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide : — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII. And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
Сторінка 298 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Сторінка 167 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Сторінка 161 - And all night kept awake, for sinners' sake to grieve. IV That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude soft; And so it chanced, for many a door was wide, From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft, The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put crosswise on their breasts.
Сторінка 170 - I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing ; — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
Сторінка 165 - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! ' But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 168 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 166 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.