Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 59. kötetHarper's Magazine Company, 1879 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... body was a - plun- derin ' or bein ' plundered , and thar was a heap o ' bad Tories around . Godfrey Hains , he was a bad un . They ' rested him , the Committee of Safety did , and put him into jail , but he sawed out the bars from the ...
... body was a - plun- derin ' or bein ' plundered , and thar was a heap o ' bad Tories around . Godfrey Hains , he was a bad un . They ' rested him , the Committee of Safety did , and put him into jail , but he sawed out the bars from the ...
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... body ap- officers in the fur country are nearly all proaches the Fur Trade as a body in the Scotsmen or natives of the Orkney Isl- whole course of their business . ands . Applicants are enlisted at an early ' The partners of the Fur ...
... body ap- officers in the fur country are nearly all proaches the Fur Trade as a body in the Scotsmen or natives of the Orkney Isl- whole course of their business . ands . Applicants are enlisted at an early ' The partners of the Fur ...
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... body ! " The prompter's well - known cry , and clap of hands for " rise of curtain , " may be ap- propriately repeated here , for now springs from obscurity into the greatest renown an actor ever enjoyed. THE GRAND DAYS OF HISTRIONICS . 51.
... body ! " The prompter's well - known cry , and clap of hands for " rise of curtain , " may be ap- propriately repeated here , for now springs from obscurity into the greatest renown an actor ever enjoyed. THE GRAND DAYS OF HISTRIONICS . 51.
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... body t'other side the river ken hear him . " I'm a kind ov a flosofer myself , folks He meks things jump , I tell yew , when he thinks raound here . " gits agoin ' ! " " How is he in argument ? " " Up tew enny on ' em , ye may depend ...
... body t'other side the river ken hear him . " I'm a kind ov a flosofer myself , folks He meks things jump , I tell yew , when he thinks raound here . " gits agoin ' ! " " How is he in argument ? " " Up tew enny on ' em , ye may depend ...
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... body made any especial plans , or had any especial hours . If you began to read a book in the morning , and found it inter- esting , you could read on all day until darkness came , and no one troubled him- self or you with comment . If ...
... body made any especial plans , or had any especial hours . If you began to read a book in the morning , and found it inter- esting , you could read on all day until darkness came , and no one troubled him- self or you with comment . If ...
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108. oldal - Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God. And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
187. oldal - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tarn tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark ; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
138. oldal - 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...
654. oldal - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
176. oldal - I've studied owls And other night fowls, And I tell you What I know to be true: An owl cannot roost With his limbs so unloosed; No owl in this world Ever had his claws curled, Ever had his legs slanted, Ever had his bill canted, Ever had his neck screwed Into that attitude. He can't do it, because 'Tis against all bird-laws.
138. oldal - The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day — 'Broidered with gold the Blue, Mellowed with gold the Gray.
175. oldal - WHO stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop: The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop; The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading The Daily, the Herald, the Post, little heeding The young man who blurted out such a blunt question; Not one raised a head, or even made a suggestion; And the barber kept on shaving. "Don't you see, Mister Brown...
440. oldal - Bible say ? — that a millstone were hanged about his neck and he were cast into the depth of the sea. Let us take a drink," he concluded suddenly, but without any levity of tone.
620. oldal - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
460. oldal - His hair is as extraordinary as his taste in waistcoats ; a thick heavy mass of jet black ringlets falls over his left cheek almost to his collarless stock, while on the right temple it is parted and put away with the smooth carefulness of a girl's, and shines most unctuously With thy incomparable oil, Macassar.