The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, 1-3. kötetBy the Editors, 1848 |
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... Boniface , ( for so we are wont to address him , ) of personal importance , and quiet good - nature . His philosophy never forsakes him , even in the darkest hour ; but the same mild radiance sits upon his brow , and beams from his ...
... Boniface , ( for so we are wont to address him , ) of personal importance , and quiet good - nature . His philosophy never forsakes him , even in the darkest hour ; but the same mild radiance sits upon his brow , and beams from his ...
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... Boniface , Boniface , woe to thy dream of delight ! ” Here loud footsteps were heard to approach the door , followed by a still louder rap . " Oh thunder ! " said he to himself , " what genius of terebration is now abroad ? " Again ...
... Boniface , Boniface , woe to thy dream of delight ! ” Here loud footsteps were heard to approach the door , followed by a still louder rap . " Oh thunder ! " said he to himself , " what genius of terebration is now abroad ? " Again ...
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... Boniface ? Confound it , why don't you let a feller in ? You know my rap , " said a lank - visaged biped , at the same time giving the door a violent swing and brandishing an indefinite length of whale - bone , with a sort of semi ...
... Boniface ? Confound it , why don't you let a feller in ? You know my rap , " said a lank - visaged biped , at the same time giving the door a violent swing and brandishing an indefinite length of whale - bone , with a sort of semi ...
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... Boniface entrenched himself behind the stove . " It's no- body but Van Twiller , " roared the Corporal , and Winkle , rising above the confu- sion of the moment like a cork stopple thro ' a mug of beer , immediately restored order . Van ...
... Boniface entrenched himself behind the stove . " It's no- body but Van Twiller , " roared the Corporal , and Winkle , rising above the confu- sion of the moment like a cork stopple thro ' a mug of beer , immediately restored order . Van ...
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... " Rather a cool reception that , " quoth Winkle . " A decidedly poetical way of taking shower baths , " intercalated Obadiah . " Taken for a baptism of the muse no doubt , " chimed in Boniface . " I move 1849 ] 63 Editors ' Corner .
... " Rather a cool reception that , " quoth Winkle . " A decidedly poetical way of taking shower baths , " intercalated Obadiah . " Taken for a baptism of the muse no doubt , " chimed in Boniface . " I move 1849 ] 63 Editors ' Corner .
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176. oldal - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
215. oldal - Yet what can it when one can not repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! All may be well.
40. oldal - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
16. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
228. oldal - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
178. oldal - ... gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, — though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement, — love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
219. oldal - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
67. oldal - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
242. oldal - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
257. oldal - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.