The Atlantic Monthly, Volumen8Atlantic Monthly Company, 1861 |
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... fact is , my old boy , the world is all topsy- turvy , and the bottom is the top , and it isn't much matter what comes next . Here are shoals of noble families uprooted and lying round like those aloes that the gar- dener used to throw ...
... fact is , my old boy , the world is all topsy- turvy , and the bottom is the top , and it isn't much matter what comes next . Here are shoals of noble families uprooted and lying round like those aloes that the gar- dener used to throw ...
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... fact known on which to found Lord Campbell's hope . But I , also , will leave Lord Thurlow with this charitable wish , and I will now ask the readers of the " Atlantic , " who may be enough in- terested in social reform and a mutual ...
... fact known on which to found Lord Campbell's hope . But I , also , will leave Lord Thurlow with this charitable wish , and I will now ask the readers of the " Atlantic , " who may be enough in- terested in social reform and a mutual ...
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... fact , how much soever they may differ in name ; that it is not because he is an enemy of slavery , as it is here understood , that the Czar has be- come an emancipationist , but because he is hostile to the slavery of white men , —that ...
... fact , how much soever they may differ in name ; that it is not because he is an enemy of slavery , as it is here understood , that the Czar has be- come an emancipationist , but because he is hostile to the slavery of white men , —that ...
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... fact , I was always glad to escape from the dirt and hubbub of Cortland Street , and to exchange the smell of goods and boxes , cellars and gutters , for that of prairie grass and even of prairie mud . Although wearing the immaculate ...
... fact , I was always glad to escape from the dirt and hubbub of Cortland Street , and to exchange the smell of goods and boxes , cellars and gutters , for that of prairie grass and even of prairie mud . Although wearing the immaculate ...
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... fact is , we ' re lonesome people here , —don't often see strangers ; yit I s'pose you can't go no furder ; - well , I'll talk to my wife . ” Therewith he entered the shanty , leav- ing me a little disconcerted with so un- certain , not ...
... fact is , we ' re lonesome people here , —don't often see strangers ; yit I s'pose you can't go no furder ; - well , I'll talk to my wife . ” Therewith he entered the shanty , leav- ing me a little disconcerted with so un- certain , not ...
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Página 271 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 400 - Latin — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre ; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse, than else they would have expressed them.
Página 25 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 339 - He giveth His beloved, sleep." For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved, sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 108 - I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words, And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 62 - To interrupt, sidelong he works his way. As when a ship by skilful steersman wrought Nigh river's mouth or foreland, where the wind Veers oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her sail ; So varied he, and of his tortuous train Curl'd many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve, To lure her eye...
Página 298 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea ; And life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the waves his own...
Página 214 - That king James II, having endeavored to subvert the constitution of the kingdom by breaking the original contract between king and people, and by the advice of Jesuits and other wicked persons having violated the fundamental laws, and having withdrawn himself out of the kingdom, has abdicated the government, and that the throne is vacant." Also: "That it hath been found by experience to be inconsistent with the safety and welfare of this Protestant kingdom to be governed by a popish prince.
Página 332 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Página 552 - Rough are the steps, slow-hewn in flintiest rock, States climb to power by ; slippery those with gold Down which they stumble to eternal mock : No chafferer's hand shall long the sceptre hold, Who, given a Fate to shape, would sell the block. " We sing old Sagas, songs of weal and woe, Mystic because too cheaply understood ; Dark sayings are not ours ; men hear and know, See Evil weak, see strength alone in Good, Yet hope to stem God's fire with walls of tow.