The Atlantic Monthly, Том 20Atlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
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... hundred thousand in the girl's own night , as Mr. Bradshaw put it roughly , with another hundred thousand if his talent is what some say , and if his con- nection is a desirable one , a fancy price , -anything he would fetch . Of course ...
... hundred thousand in the girl's own night , as Mr. Bradshaw put it roughly , with another hundred thousand if his talent is what some say , and if his con- nection is a desirable one , a fancy price , -anything he would fetch . Of course ...
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... hundred years ago that breathes through all the lovely garden grounds . How mistaken was Ponce de Leon , to seek the fountain of youth in the New World ! It is there , — in the Old World , - far back in the past . We are all old men and ...
... hundred years ago that breathes through all the lovely garden grounds . How mistaken was Ponce de Leon , to seek the fountain of youth in the New World ! It is there , — in the Old World , - far back in the past . We are all old men and ...
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... hundred in number , " little dogs and all , " set up an ear- splitting cry , wild and strangely in keeping with every other part of the scene , and like nothing so much as the dismal evening concert of a pack of wolves . The children ...
... hundred in number , " little dogs and all , " set up an ear- splitting cry , wild and strangely in keeping with every other part of the scene , and like nothing so much as the dismal evening concert of a pack of wolves . The children ...
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... hundred times that morning ? What did it matter , a few years sooner or later ? He must lay down the burden at last . Why not then ? A pang of self - reproach fol- lowed the thought . Could he so lightly Crow aside the love that had ...
... hundred times that morning ? What did it matter , a few years sooner or later ? He must lay down the burden at last . Why not then ? A pang of self - reproach fol- lowed the thought . Could he so lightly Crow aside the love that had ...
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... hundred and twenty - two years ago , which ghost I am now belaboring , - " it is the motive . The Sybarites moved the brass - founders , because they want- ed to sleep after the brass - founders got up in the morning . " What if they ...
... hundred and twenty - two years ago , which ghost I am now belaboring , - " it is the motive . The Sybarites moved the brass - founders , because they want- ed to sleep after the brass - founders got up in the morning . " What if they ...
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Страница 184 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Страница 579 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Страница 370 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won . Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue, Under the garlands, the Gray.
Страница 369 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Страница 48 - While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Страница 278 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Страница 579 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Страница 179 - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
Страница 180 - Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness.
Страница 377 - In an age of fops and toys, Wanting wisdom, void of right, *° Who shall nerve heroic boys To hazard all in Freedom's fight, — Break sharply off their jolly games, Forsake their comrades gay And quit proud homes and youthful dames For famine, toil and fray?