The National Magazine, Том 2Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... look of the better kind— being sanguine almost to repletion ; his face is florid and even flushed , and there is an incessant play of sanguine activity and eagerness about his fine rosy features . He is evidently a man of tireless ...
... look of the better kind— being sanguine almost to repletion ; his face is florid and even flushed , and there is an incessant play of sanguine activity and eagerness about his fine rosy features . He is evidently a man of tireless ...
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... look at , differing little from its associate dwellings - a common house , a house you would pass without a thought , unless the remembrance of thoughts that had been given to you from within the shel- ter of those plain , ordinary ...
... look at , differing little from its associate dwellings - a common house , a house you would pass without a thought , unless the remembrance of thoughts that had been given to you from within the shel- ter of those plain , ordinary ...
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... look forth upon the road , a few paces in advance of it . The front is of plaster , but the windows are modern- ized , and there are other alterations which the exigencies of tenancy have made ne- cessary since Marvel's days . The ...
... look forth upon the road , a few paces in advance of it . The front is of plaster , but the windows are modern- ized , and there are other alterations which the exigencies of tenancy have made ne- cessary since Marvel's days . The ...
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... Look desolate once more . How bright in yonder bower The summer fountain play'd ! How beautiful was shrub and flower , And leafy colonnade ! The same clear gushing rill Goes gurgling down the glen , But are the green leaves waving still ...
... Look desolate once more . How bright in yonder bower The summer fountain play'd ! How beautiful was shrub and flower , And leafy colonnade ! The same clear gushing rill Goes gurgling down the glen , But are the green leaves waving still ...
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... look well , un- less there should also be one on the other side of the church , to correspond with it . After this reflection , I turned to leave the spot , and suddenly awoke . You may judge of my surprise when I found my friend still ...
... look well , un- less there should also be one on the other side of the church , to correspond with it . After this reflection , I turned to leave the spot , and suddenly awoke . You may judge of my surprise when I found my friend still ...
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Страница 74 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone, — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human: They are Ghouls...
Страница 73 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Страница 445 - Now the names of the twelve apostles are these; The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; 3.
Страница 445 - Is not this the carpenter's son ? is not his mother called Mary ? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas ? And his sisters, are they not all with us ? Whence then hath this man all these things ? And they were offended in him.
Страница 84 - As if the natural calamities of life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent circumstances into misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling accidents, as from real evils. I have known...
Страница 74 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair...
Страница 452 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered ? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
Страница 341 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Страница 73 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Страница 341 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.