American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volumen46Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis 1855 |
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... stood , noble in her truthfulness , before the widower , waiting his forgiveness . Her words had succeeded by this time in bringing him up to a level with herself , and he was equal to her , and to the demand of the moment . He was but ...
... stood , noble in her truthfulness , before the widower , waiting his forgiveness . Her words had succeeded by this time in bringing him up to a level with herself , and he was equal to her , and to the demand of the moment . He was but ...
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... stood on within the limits of the habitable world . Jessie and Clarissa were the names of the young daughters of the house . In person they seemed reproductions of their elder sisters , so close was the resemblance they bore to them ...
... stood on within the limits of the habitable world . Jessie and Clarissa were the names of the young daughters of the house . In person they seemed reproductions of their elder sisters , so close was the resemblance they bore to them ...
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... stood and watched her spasmodi- cally , certainly with no real intent to follow her , he started , and advanced a pace or two , and then stood still . As a statue , he stood motionless . He watched her as she went ; he saw her going ...
... stood and watched her spasmodi- cally , certainly with no real intent to follow her , he started , and advanced a pace or two , and then stood still . As a statue , he stood motionless . He watched her as she went ; he saw her going ...
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... stood The very acme of poetic writers , Are under water , at the least a rood , And would be more so but for dull back - biters , Who stick to HOMER'S yarns of old pugnacious fighters . VIII No wonder FAUST was deemed a man of evil 18 ...
... stood The very acme of poetic writers , Are under water , at the least a rood , And would be more so but for dull back - biters , Who stick to HOMER'S yarns of old pugnacious fighters . VIII No wonder FAUST was deemed a man of evil 18 ...
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... stood in our esti- mation , only a few short months ago , we did not think that it could get so low . We resolve to have nothing more to do with it ; for there is a point , beyond which forbearance ceases to be a virtue , ' and we con ...
... stood in our esti- mation , only a few short months ago , we did not think that it could get so low . We resolve to have nothing more to do with it ; for there is a point , beyond which forbearance ceases to be a virtue , ' and we con ...
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Página 541 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 639 - Then, upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow ; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow ; Ah ! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him...
Página 363 - Though I speak with the tongues of men and of Angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Página 542 - And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 25 - Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Página 640 - Shuddered at the words they uttered, Lay down on her bed in silence, Hid her face, but made no answer ; Lay there trembling, freezing, burning At the looks they cast upon her, At the fearful words they uttered. Forth into the empty forest...
Página 533 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Página 408 - DAYS of my youth, Ye have glided away; Hairs of my youth, Ye are frosted and gray; Eyes of my youth, Your keen sight is no more; Cheeks of my youth, Ye are furrowed all o'er; Strength of my youth, All your vigor is gone; Thoughts of my youth, Your gay visions are flown.
Página 638 - Ye who love a nation's legends, Love the ballads of a people. That like voices from afar off Call to us to pause and listen. Speak in tones so plain and childlike, Scarcely can the ear distinguish Whether they are sung or spoken...
Página 640 - That the very stars in heaven Shook and trembled with his anguish. Then he sat down, still and speechless, On the bed of Minnehaha, At the feet of Laughing Water, At those willing feet, that never More would lightly run to meet him, Never more would lightly follow.