Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 60. kötetHarper's Magazine Company, 1880 |
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... MARY ANERLEY . MILL , THE OLD ... MISS BEULAH'S BONNET . MR . KEESLER'S HORSE - CAR . W. P. Garrison 182 188 189 190 ... Mary Treat 710 , 857 ILLUSTRATIONS . Cover to Nest of Tiger - Spider removed from its Bed of Moss .. Female Spider ...
... MARY ANERLEY . MILL , THE OLD ... MISS BEULAH'S BONNET . MR . KEESLER'S HORSE - CAR . W. P. Garrison 182 188 189 190 ... Mary Treat 710 , 857 ILLUSTRATIONS . Cover to Nest of Tiger - Spider removed from its Bed of Moss .. Female Spider ...
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... Mary Harries , in 1655 : peticote and my straw hatt and a fether boulster . " I give to my daughter Mary my blew mohere And to her eldest sonne a silver spoone . To her second a silver whissel . " I give to my youngest daughter a peece ...
... Mary Harries , in 1655 : peticote and my straw hatt and a fether boulster . " I give to my daughter Mary my blew mohere And to her eldest sonne a silver spoone . To her second a silver whissel . " I give to my youngest daughter a peece ...
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... Mary , a ciffer [ coiffure ? ] . To my brother Kawlin , a lased band . " I give to Rebekah Bruen a pynt pot of pewter , a new petticoat and wascote wch she is to spin her selfe ; alsoe an old byble and a hat wch was my sonn Thomas his ...
... Mary , a ciffer [ coiffure ? ] . To my brother Kawlin , a lased band . " I give to Rebekah Bruen a pynt pot of pewter , a new petticoat and wascote wch she is to spin her selfe ; alsoe an old byble and a hat wch was my sonn Thomas his ...
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... Mary Avon was the first to go on deck . She was anx- ious to see this new harbor into which we had got . And then , with consid- erable dismay on her face , our sov- ereign mistress showed us this ugly thing . She was much excited . It ...
... Mary Avon was the first to go on deck . She was anx- ious to see this new harbor into which we had got . And then , with consid- erable dismay on her face , our sov- ereign mistress showed us this ugly thing . She was much excited . It ...
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... Mary Avon ; and Angus mental traces get rubbed out . Therefore , Sutherland did not need a second water- contended our F.R.S. , all persons who proof coat ; and though we reached the set out on a career of villainy , and don't telegraph ...
... Mary Avon ; and Angus mental traces get rubbed out . Therefore , Sutherland did not need a second water- contended our F.R.S. , all persons who proof coat ; and though we reached the set out on a career of villainy , and don't telegraph ...
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388. oldal - The trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
168. oldal - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep; At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV
170. oldal - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns : By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide : — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII. And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
298. oldal - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
167. oldal - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
161. oldal - And all night kept awake, for sinners' sake to grieve. IV That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude soft; And so it chanced, for many a door was wide, From hurry to and fro. Soon, up aloft, The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put crosswise on their breasts.
170. oldal - I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing ; — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
165. oldal - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! ' But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
168. oldal - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
166. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.