Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Том 72Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1886 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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Сторінка 95 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Сторінка 356 - What a bawling in every part of the house! I have scarce a moment's repose. If I go to the best room, there I find my host and his story. If I fly to the gallery, there we have my hostess with her curtsey down to the ground.
Сторінка 706 - I'm alive! I never saw Tony so sprightly before. Ah! have I caught you, my pretty doves? What, billing, exchanging stolen glances, and broken murmurs! Ah! Tony. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us.
Сторінка 163 - Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change; 'Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.
Сторінка 358 - One may call in this house, I find, to very little purpose. Suppose I should call for a taste, just by way of trial, of the nectar of your lips; perhaps I might be disappointed in that, too! Miss Hard. Nectar! nectar! that's a liquor there's no call for in these parts.
Сторінка 402 - The vital knowledge— that by which we have grown as a nation to what we are, and which now underlies our whole existence, is a knowledge that has got itself taught in nooks and corners; while the ordained agencies for teaching have been mumbling little else but dead formulas.
Сторінка 275 - Well, keep them, till you know how it will be. But I know how it will be well enough, she'd as soon part with the only sound tooth in her head.
Сторінка 706 - Ah ! he would charm the bird from the tree. I was never so happy before. My boy takes after his father, poor Mr. Lumpkin, exactly. The jewels, my dear Con, shall be yours incontinently.
Сторінка 101 - Pull for the shore, sailor, Pull for the shore! Heed not the rolling waves, But bend to the oar; Safe in the lifeboat, sailor, Cling to self no more! Leave the poor old stranded wreck, And pull for the shore.
Сторінка 356 - ... his guard, and, like an invisible champion of romance, examine the giant's force before I offer to combat. MAID. But are you sure you can act your part, and disguise your voice so that he may mistake that, as he has already mistaken your person? Miss HARDCASTLE.