Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 59. kötetHarper's Magazine Company, 1879 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... Miss Crespigny , 475. Cooke's Mr. Grantley's Idea , 475. Lane's My Sister's Keeper , 475 . Crommelin's Orange Lily , 475. Hunt's Basildon , 475 . Gréville's Markof , 475. Mulock's John Halifax , Gentle- EDITOR'S SCIENTIFIC RECORD ...
... Miss Crespigny , 475. Cooke's Mr. Grantley's Idea , 475. Lane's My Sister's Keeper , 475 . Crommelin's Orange Lily , 475. Hunt's Basildon , 475 . Gréville's Markof , 475. Mulock's John Halifax , Gentle- EDITOR'S SCIENTIFIC RECORD ...
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... Miss Rich ILLUSTRATIONS . 49 51 53 54 55 HOMETOWN , SNUG HAMLET AND ( with Illustrations ) HUDSON BAY COMPANY , THE HONORABLE ......... .. ' The Rival Companies soliciting Trade a hundred Years ago Arrival of the Bride elect .. Half ...
... Miss Rich ILLUSTRATIONS . 49 51 53 54 55 HOMETOWN , SNUG HAMLET AND ( with Illustrations ) HUDSON BAY COMPANY , THE HONORABLE ......... .. ' The Rival Companies soliciting Trade a hundred Years ago Arrival of the Bride elect .. Half ...
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NELL GWYNNE .- [ FROM A PAINTING BY SIR PETER LELY . ] MISS RICH . [ FROM HOGARTH'S PAINTING . ] most impossible for us to guess is what their acting was like . Ungrateful as the profession of the actor in many respects is during his ...
NELL GWYNNE .- [ FROM A PAINTING BY SIR PETER LELY . ] MISS RICH . [ FROM HOGARTH'S PAINTING . ] most impossible for us to guess is what their acting was like . Ungrateful as the profession of the actor in many respects is during his ...
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... Miss Rich , the daughter of the father of pantomime , and goddaughter of Hogarth , who painted this bright young face , looking out upon posterity with limpid eyes , her dark locks gathered under a dainty lace cap , around which is. 54 ...
... Miss Rich , the daughter of the father of pantomime , and goddaughter of Hogarth , who painted this bright young face , looking out upon posterity with limpid eyes , her dark locks gathered under a dainty lace cap , around which is. 54 ...
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... Miss ye well for yer trubble . Most estonishin ' cures them pills ' s brought abaout ! Witkum , daown here to the Four Cor- ners , couldn't see aout ov her head for more'n a year , on accaount ov her havin ' , both to wunce , noorology ...
... Miss ye well for yer trubble . Most estonishin ' cures them pills ' s brought abaout ! Witkum , daown here to the Four Cor- ners , couldn't see aout ov her head for more'n a year , on accaount ov her havin ' , both to wunce , noorology ...
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189. oldal - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam 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...
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.
140. 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...
177. 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...
179. oldal - Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch, The owl, very gravely, got down from his perch, Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic (Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic. And then fairly hooted, as if he should say : " Your learning's at fault this time, anyway ; Don't waste it again on a live bird, I pray.
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.
140. oldal - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses the Blue, Under the lilies the Gray. So with an equal splendor The morning sun rays fall, With a touch impartially tender On the blossoms...
178. oldal - Brown," Cried the youth, with a frown, "How wrong the whole thing is, How preposterous each wing is, How flattened the head is, how jammed down the neck is — In short, the whole owl, what an ignorant wreck 'tis!
140. oldal - No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day, Love and tears for the blue; Tears and love for the gray.
178. 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.