Littell's Living Age, 22. kötetLiving Age Company, Incorporated, 1849 |
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7. oldal
... entered the Detroit river through the channel on the British side of Bois Blanc island , or , as it is vulgarly called , " Bob- low . " Entering this river by this channel , with the British flag in view , the rather unpleasant idea ...
... entered the Detroit river through the channel on the British side of Bois Blanc island , or , as it is vulgarly called , " Bob- low . " Entering this river by this channel , with the British flag in view , the rather unpleasant idea ...
12. oldal
... entered a short avenue of trees , and in a few minutes the volante stopped at the gate of the cemetery . In a little enclosure before the entrance , a few starveling flowers of Europe were cultivated , but the wild plants of the country ...
... entered a short avenue of trees , and in a few minutes the volante stopped at the gate of the cemetery . In a little enclosure before the entrance , a few starveling flowers of Europe were cultivated , but the wild plants of the country ...
32. oldal
... entered previously the sole chief of the Russian church , the service of a powerful noble named Vichne- Godunof created a patriarchate , and Jeremiah of vetski , whom he knew to have been greatly at- Constantinople went to Moscow to ...
... entered previously the sole chief of the Russian church , the service of a powerful noble named Vichne- Godunof created a patriarchate , and Jeremiah of vetski , whom he knew to have been greatly at- Constantinople went to Moscow to ...
37. oldal
... entered M. Blanc's third volume , by the tyrannical and the singular edifice , the ball began . It probably brutal cruelty of the Russian sovereigns , we are did not last long . On its conclusion , Anne in- also repeatedly disgusted by ...
... entered M. Blanc's third volume , by the tyrannical and the singular edifice , the ball began . It probably brutal cruelty of the Russian sovereigns , we are did not last long . On its conclusion , Anne in- also repeatedly disgusted by ...
41. oldal
... entered on the path of war ; and no other nation is prepared . It is a Such war without a policy - a haphazard war . Of course the war is the statesmanship of 1849 ! itself will evolve a policy ; perhaps no more than the conflict of ...
... entered on the path of war ; and no other nation is prepared . It is a Such war without a policy - a haphazard war . Of course the war is the statesmanship of 1849 ! itself will evolve a policy ; perhaps no more than the conflict of ...
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311. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
263. oldal - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
137. oldal - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
311. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
398. oldal - The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost! This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By Him recalled to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robbed the grave of victory, And took the sting from death!
310. oldal - Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car ; Or on wide waving wings expanded bear The flying chariot through the fields of air...
304. oldal - We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room; Our faces faded from the sight, Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been, And who was changed, and who was dead...
135. oldal - America, but that you would treat the said Captain Cook and his people with all civility and kindness, affording them, as common friends to mankind, all the assistance in your power, which they may happen to stand in need of.
12. oldal - Have laid their eggs ? Why from a comfortable pillow start To see faint flushes in the east awaken? A fig, say I, for any streaky part, Excepting bacon. An early riser Mr. Gray has drawn, Who used to haste the dewy grass among, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn
311. oldal - In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best? Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer...