Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 59. kötetHarper's Magazine Company, 1879 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... seemed softer and slower than usual , and the chirping birds to sing in lower tones . A day of rest , in- deed ; and to lie under the shade of the gnarled old apple - tree , listening to the soft Here , also , is a suggestive bit from ...
... seemed softer and slower than usual , and the chirping birds to sing in lower tones . A day of rest , in- deed ; and to lie under the shade of the gnarled old apple - tree , listening to the soft Here , also , is a suggestive bit from ...
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... seemed never so happy as when pouring forth his most remarkable knowledge of things pertaining to the his- tory of Rye and around there a knowl- edge which I am sure the reader will not quarrel with us for giving just as it was related ...
... seemed never so happy as when pouring forth his most remarkable knowledge of things pertaining to the his- tory of Rye and around there a knowl- edge which I am sure the reader will not quarrel with us for giving just as it was related ...
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... seemed , being so full of peacefulness and rest , as though nothing else had ever been . The long avenue of locust - trees that stood in dark masses against the pale gold and green of the sky , where the sun had set and left its seal of ...
... seemed , being so full of peacefulness and rest , as though nothing else had ever been . The long avenue of locust - trees that stood in dark masses against the pale gold and green of the sky , where the sun had set and left its seal of ...
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... seemed full to overflowing . The whole country , at least wherever I traversed it , is covered with a thick peaty soil , which holds water like a sponge . In many places even grain in sheaves is not cured on the ground , but hung upon ...
... seemed full to overflowing . The whole country , at least wherever I traversed it , is covered with a thick peaty soil , which holds water like a sponge . In many places even grain in sheaves is not cured on the ground , but hung upon ...
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... seemed to say , or I'll include you in the obsequies . " 66 Suddenly the distant sound of sleigh - bells stirred the buzzing air for a moment , and then the tinkling music faded away . Listening intently , I again detected the welcome ...
... seemed to say , or I'll include you in the obsequies . " 66 Suddenly the distant sound of sleigh - bells stirred the buzzing air for a moment , and then the tinkling music faded away . Listening intently , I again detected the welcome ...
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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.