Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Том 60Harper's Magazine Company, 1880 |
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... mean while the Fair One stood wring- ing her Hands " 339 ..... 336 337 An unexpected Application Tipping the Castle of Chillon .. 341 342 TRANSPORTATION BY RAILWAY AND SHIP - CANALS ... VALENTINE ( with Two Illustrations ) . WAKE , AN ...
... mean while the Fair One stood wring- ing her Hands " 339 ..... 336 337 An unexpected Application Tipping the Castle of Chillon .. 341 342 TRANSPORTATION BY RAILWAY AND SHIP - CANALS ... VALENTINE ( with Two Illustrations ) . WAKE , AN ...
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... mean any amount of knowledge , or answer very well to cover its absence . " I know corned beef when I see it . " said one of the girls , triumphantly , to her neighbor . 66 And I know a marrow - bone , girls . But listen : Miss Corson ...
... mean any amount of knowledge , or answer very well to cover its absence . " I know corned beef when I see it . " said one of the girls , triumphantly , to her neighbor . 66 And I know a marrow - bone , girls . But listen : Miss Corson ...
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... mean to try that dish to - morrow . I am sure it must be delicious , and one can buy that part of lamb or mutton at so much less cost than the loin or hind- quarter . " the flavor and destroys the crispness of the leaf ; always tear it ...
... mean to try that dish to - morrow . I am sure it must be delicious , and one can buy that part of lamb or mutton at so much less cost than the loin or hind- quarter . " the flavor and destroys the crispness of the leaf ; always tear it ...
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... mean time , " says he , cheerfully , " I am not physician to the Emperor of China , but to the passengers and crew ... means to last for- ever . " " Oh , no ! I not think that , mem , " said John of Skye , smiling . " At all events we ...
... mean time , " says he , cheerfully , " I am not physician to the Emperor of China , but to the passengers and crew ... means to last for- ever . " " Oh , no ! I not think that , mem , " said John of Skye , smiling . " At all events we ...
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... mean by his suspicions about her uncle ? " he asked on one occasion - just as we had been watch- ing a blue - white bolt flash down through the serene heavens and expire in mid - air , " Mr. Frederick Smethurst has an ugly face ...
... mean by his suspicions about her uncle ? " he asked on one occasion - just as we had been watch- ing a blue - white bolt flash down through the serene heavens and expire in mid - air , " Mr. Frederick Smethurst has an ugly face ...
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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.