The Atlantic Monthly, 20. kötetAtlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
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2. oldal
... kind silence about the whole matter . The common version of the story was harmless , and near enough to the truth , down the river , — boat upset , pulled out , taken care of by some women in a house farther down , - sick , brain fever ...
... kind silence about the whole matter . The common version of the story was harmless , and near enough to the truth , down the river , — boat upset , pulled out , taken care of by some women in a house farther down , - sick , brain fever ...
4. oldal
... kind of heroic devo- tion , because he thought his country wanted a race of builders to clothe the new forms of religious , social , and na- tional life afresh from the forest , the quarry , and the mine . Some thought he would succeed ...
... kind of heroic devo- tion , because he thought his country wanted a race of builders to clothe the new forms of religious , social , and na- tional life afresh from the forest , the quarry , and the mine . Some thought he would succeed ...
5. oldal
... kind , but not very long . They con- vinced her that it was a simple impos- sibility that Clement could come to Ox- bow Village , on account of the great pressure of the work he had to keep him in the city , and the plans he must finish ...
... kind , but not very long . They con- vinced her that it was a simple impos- sibility that Clement could come to Ox- bow Village , on account of the great pressure of the work he had to keep him in the city , and the plans he must finish ...
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... kind of offence against propri- ety , ) the forlorn woman folded her thin hands and looked on hopelessly , hardly venturing a remonstrance for fear of some new explosion . As for Cynthia , she was comparatively easy since she had ...
... kind of offence against propri- ety , ) the forlorn woman folded her thin hands and looked on hopelessly , hardly venturing a remonstrance for fear of some new explosion . As for Cynthia , she was comparatively easy since she had ...
29. oldal
... kind of sui- cide , inasmuch as he himself put the case past surgery by tearing off the bandages from his hurts , and refusing all medicines . II . ENTERING at the enchanted portal of the Villa P , we found our- selves in a realm of ...
... kind of sui- cide , inasmuch as he himself put the case past surgery by tearing off the bandages from his hurts , and refusing all medicines . II . ENTERING at the enchanted portal of the Villa P , we found our- selves in a realm of ...
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577. oldal - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
179. oldal - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
367. oldal - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
48. oldal - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
156. oldal - SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care. And bids me, at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
597. oldal - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
179. oldal - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
368. oldal - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray 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.
577. oldal - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
623. oldal - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was; See, Udal, see the mercy of thee To me, poor lad.