Holden's Dollar Magazine, 3. kötetCharles W. Holden, 1849 |
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... poor servant girl , tramp- ling upon her own love for the sake of truth and justice in the cause of Ireland . They never can forget it . All that I did not at that time under- stand in the affair , I afterwards learned by inquiry of ...
... poor servant girl , tramp- ling upon her own love for the sake of truth and justice in the cause of Ireland . They never can forget it . All that I did not at that time under- stand in the affair , I afterwards learned by inquiry of ...
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... poor prisoner a blessing with my eye , since I can do nothing else for him . Why should I stay away , when a man is to be tried for his life , be- cause he loved us too well ? Surely we must go and say to him by our presence , that we ...
... poor prisoner a blessing with my eye , since I can do nothing else for him . Why should I stay away , when a man is to be tried for his life , be- cause he loved us too well ? Surely we must go and say to him by our presence , that we ...
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... poor human nature . What jewels , dug in other than Golconda's mines - his we see here in an hour's time will hardly pass neck encircled by the brilliant cravat , whose current as a glance at New York , but may sug - sparkling surface ...
... poor human nature . What jewels , dug in other than Golconda's mines - his we see here in an hour's time will hardly pass neck encircled by the brilliant cravat , whose current as a glance at New York , but may sug - sparkling surface ...
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... poor and wretched— Heaven brings the haughty down ! Trust in Heaven , suffering angel- Through the cross shall come the crown ! ANGEL OF SUFFERING . I have been to the darksome mine Where Albion's infant slaves In wretchedness toil - in ...
... poor and wretched— Heaven brings the haughty down ! Trust in Heaven , suffering angel- Through the cross shall come the crown ! ANGEL OF SUFFERING . I have been to the darksome mine Where Albion's infant slaves In wretchedness toil - in ...
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... poor old man , whose sun of life has nearly set for aye . A few brief days , at least , must end my life , but thou mayest live for many happy years - live , it may be , to become the wife of that unhappy youth for whom we now feel such ...
... poor old man , whose sun of life has nearly set for aye . A few brief days , at least , must end my life , but thou mayest live for many happy years - live , it may be , to become the wife of that unhappy youth for whom we now feel such ...
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120. oldal - An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side...
182. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
120. oldal - O'er the edge of the desert, black and small, Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one, He can count the camels in the sun, As over the red-hot sands they pass To where, in its slender necklace of grass, The little spring laughed and leapt in the shade, And with its own self like an infant played, And waved its signal of palms. " For Christ's sweet sake, I beg an alms...
182. oldal - ... and the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived.
182. oldal - ... whispering in our ear. That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky. That the robin is plastering his house hard by ; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack ; We could guess it all by...
206. oldal - To one given to day-dreaming, and fond of losing himself in reveries, a sea voyage is full of subjects for meditation; but then they are the wonders of the deep, and of the air, and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes.
182. oldal - And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.
206. oldal - How often has the mistress, the wife, the mother pored over the daily news to catch some casual intelligence of this rover of the deep. How has expectation darkened into anxiety — anxiety into dread and dread into despair. Alas! not one memento may ever return for love to cherish. All that may ever be known is, that she sailed from her port, "and was never heard of more!
182. oldal - To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
206. oldal - We struck her just amidships. The force, the size, and weight of our vessel bore her down below the waves; we passed over her and were hurried on our course. As the crashing wreck was sinking beneath us, I had a glimpse of two or three halfnaked wretches rushing from her cabin; they just started from their beds to be swallowed shrieking by the waves.