The Atlantic Monthly, Band 13Atlantic Monthly Company, 1864 |
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... brought their children in baptism , and at whose altar - rails they had stood for " the solemnization of matrimony , " and knelt in the office of communion . The second entry made in the parish reg- ister , still retained in the vestry ...
... brought their children in baptism , and at whose altar - rails they had stood for " the solemnization of matrimony , " and knelt in the office of communion . The second entry made in the parish reg- ister , still retained in the vestry ...
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... brought up to die among her own people , one shaking with his storm of sobs , the other supporting the dear , weary head on his strong breast , and stifling his very heart - beat lest it stir the frail life too roughly . And the mother ...
... brought up to die among her own people , one shaking with his storm of sobs , the other supporting the dear , weary head on his strong breast , and stifling his very heart - beat lest it stir the frail life too roughly . And the mother ...
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... brought a cookery - book through which Ray declared he expected to eat his way , bustled about from room to room . Ray sat before the fire in the kitchen and toasted some savory mor- sel suspended on a string athwart the blaze ...
... brought a cookery - book through which Ray declared he expected to eat his way , bustled about from room to room . Ray sat before the fire in the kitchen and toasted some savory mor- sel suspended on a string athwart the blaze ...
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... brought me here three years ago , I sailed day and night up a mighty river , from one zone into another , — sailed for weeks between banks that were still my own country . And if I had ever return- ed , we should have passed by the thun ...
... brought me here three years ago , I sailed day and night up a mighty river , from one zone into another , — sailed for weeks between banks that were still my own country . And if I had ever return- ed , we should have passed by the thun ...
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... brought him a chair , and for a minute or two he watched her ; then he was only staring vacantly at his hands , as they lay before him on the table . If Janet was a busy soul , she was just as certainly a busybody . She had the loving ...
... brought him a chair , and for a minute or two he watched her ; then he was only staring vacantly at his hands , as they lay before him on the table . If Janet was a busy soul , she was just as certainly a busybody . She had the loving ...
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Adam Winthrop Arles arms army asked battle beauty better called Catlettsburg church convulsionists Crowfield dark England eral eyes face fact father feel feet fire force genius George Hammond girl give glacier gold Goody Cole hand head heard heart Huldah human hundred John Winthrop knew labor land light living look Lord matter ment mind Montgéron moraines Mormon morning mother Nature ness never night Nova Scotia once organist parlor passed person picture poet quartz Rachel Rebels seemed seen side siege of Yorktown singing smile soul spirit stood talk tell Theodore Parker things thought tion told truth turned Valaam Vivia voice walked whole wife woman word Yarrow young Zeruah
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Seite 225 - The wind'flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook...
Seite 300 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 432 - Bring me my bow of burning gold ; Bring me my arrows of desire ; Bring me my spear : O clouds, unfold ; Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
Seite 537 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before ; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Seite 382 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Seite 426 - What the hammer ? what the chain ? In what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil ? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp ? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the lamb make thee...
Seite 222 - midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered : With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared.
Seite 225 - Come when the rains Have glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice ; While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach ! • The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. But round the parent stem...
Seite 223 - THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring...
Seite 325 - I MOURN no more my vanished years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west- winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.