American Illustrated Magazine, Том 13Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1882 |
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... never been pierced . These things she had never noticed till since the last six weeks . Jim had liked her well enough , and was as little aware of her imperfections as herself . But , lo ! Miss Wolf from B— appeared , and poor Lu's sad ...
... never been pierced . These things she had never noticed till since the last six weeks . Jim had liked her well enough , and was as little aware of her imperfections as herself . But , lo ! Miss Wolf from B— appeared , and poor Lu's sad ...
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... never be my wife . " " I never will be your wife , then . " " Never ? " " Well , not if you don't wish to marry me . " " But if I should wish that I had perished last night rather than lose you - what ? " " Well , rather than you should ...
... never be my wife . " " I never will be your wife , then . " " Never ? " " Well , not if you don't wish to marry me . " " But if I should wish that I had perished last night rather than lose you - what ? " " Well , rather than you should ...
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... never recovered ; a paralytic stroke laid him on his bed , from which he never again rose . For eight years he lay on his couch - the use of his limbs gone ; so wasted that a woman could lift him ; the sight of one eye lost , that of ...
... never recovered ; a paralytic stroke laid him on his bed , from which he never again rose . For eight years he lay on his couch - the use of his limbs gone ; so wasted that a woman could lift him ; the sight of one eye lost , that of ...
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... never saw her beauty or talent , yet you judge her , and would have me abide by your unjust decree . " " I'll go ; the fever is on you and you must be helped through the crisis or you'll wreck your whole life . It always goes hard with ...
... never saw her beauty or talent , yet you judge her , and would have me abide by your unjust decree . " " I'll go ; the fever is on you and you must be helped through the crisis or you'll wreck your whole life . It always goes hard with ...
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... never let so rich a prize escape her unless she has a richer insight , which I doubt . " " I'll not believe it ! You wrong us both ; you distrust all women , and insult her by such bare suspicions . You are deceived . " " I never am ...
... never let so rich a prize escape her unless she has a richer insight , which I doubt . " " I'll not believe it ! You wrong us both ; you distrust all women , and insult her by such bare suspicions . You are deceived . " " I never am ...
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Сторінка 355 - In short, she altogether, unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below!
Сторінка 237 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Сторінка 359 - The gloomy night is gathering fast,* when a letter from Dr. Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition. The doctor belonged to a set of critics, for whose applause I had not dared to hope.
Сторінка 358 - I had been for some days skulking from covert to covert, under all the terrors of a jail; as some ill-advised people had uncoupled the merciless pack of the law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my few friends; my chest was on the road to Greenock; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia — "The Gloomy Night Is Gathering Fast,
Сторінка 271 - Or view the lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the deity.
Сторінка 367 - Dumfries was like a besieged place. It was known he was dying, and the anxiety, not of the rich and the learned only, but of the mechanics and peasants, exceeded all belief. Wherever two or three people stood together, their talk was of Burns and of him alone ; they spoke of his history — of his person — of his works, — of his family — of his fame, and of his untimely and approaching fate, with a warmth and an enthusiasm which will ever endear Dumfries to my remembrance.
Сторінка 110 - ... such motion heat was to be acquired, and moisture expelled. After this he took a comfortable breakfast; 'and then went round the lodgings to wait upon the earl, the countess, and the children, and any considerable strangers, paying some short addresses to all of them.
Сторінка 364 - To make a happy fire-side clime, For weans and wife, Is the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Сторінка 556 - When one reflects on the state of this strange being, it is a matter of wonder to find that Providence should bestow such a profusion of days, such a seeming waste of longevity, on a reptile that appears to relish it so little as to squander more than twothirds of its existence in a joyless stupor, and be lost to all sensation for months together in the profoundest of slumbers.
Сторінка 95 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.