The Atlantic Monthly, Volumen8Atlantic Monthly Company, 1861 |
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... live to hear you talk like an infidel and unbe- liever ! " " Why , hear you , poor old fool ! Did you never hear in Dante of the Popes that are burning in hell ? Wasn't Dante a Christian , I beg to know ? " " Oh , my Lord , my Lord ! a ...
... live to hear you talk like an infidel and unbe- liever ! " " Why , hear you , poor old fool ! Did you never hear in Dante of the Popes that are burning in hell ? Wasn't Dante a Christian , I beg to know ? " " Oh , my Lord , my Lord ! a ...
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... live in . A fear- ful old place , full of small vertebrates that squeak and smaller articulates that bite , if its ... lives . Life goes on in the cottage just as it used to three hundred years ago . On the rail before the door sits the ...
... live in . A fear- ful old place , full of small vertebrates that squeak and smaller articulates that bite , if its ... lives . Life goes on in the cottage just as it used to three hundred years ago . On the rail before the door sits the ...
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... live in a land of monuments . We are all born foundlings , except here and there , in some favored spot , where humanity has nestled for a century or two . Cut flowers of romance and poetry stuck about are poor substi- tutes for the ...
... live in a land of monuments . We are all born foundlings , except here and there , in some favored spot , where humanity has nestled for a century or two . Cut flowers of romance and poetry stuck about are poor substi- tutes for the ...
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... live on the sweat of black humanity's brows . That which is strange in the condition of the world is the contrast which is furnished to the action of our Southern population by the action of the rulers of Russia . Some American dem ...
... live on the sweat of black humanity's brows . That which is strange in the condition of the world is the contrast which is furnished to the action of our Southern population by the action of the rulers of Russia . Some American dem ...
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... live without him , because I had nobody left , that's when it begun . When the deadly kind o ' sleeps came on - they used to think I was dead , or faintin ' , at first and I could go where my heart drawed me , and look at him away off ...
... live without him , because I had nobody left , that's when it begun . When the deadly kind o ' sleeps came on - they used to think I was dead , or faintin ' , at first and I could go where my heart drawed me , and look at him away off ...
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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.