Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Bände 24-25G. R. Graham, 1844 |
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... hand held encouragingly toward the handsome stranger . Narissa and Elizabeth stood in graceful attitudes on the threshold , and I could see Julia peep- ing down from the attic window , where she had a bird's - eye view of the hospitable ...
... hand held encouragingly toward the handsome stranger . Narissa and Elizabeth stood in graceful attitudes on the threshold , and I could see Julia peep- ing down from the attic window , where she had a bird's - eye view of the hospitable ...
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... hand kindly on the shoulder which formed the most convenient angle of Mr. Smith's body . Ebenezer shrunk closer to the stones and shuddered . " Lead me not into temptation , " broke through his shaking hands . Rufus could hardly speak ...
... hand kindly on the shoulder which formed the most convenient angle of Mr. Smith's body . Ebenezer shrunk closer to the stones and shuddered . " Lead me not into temptation , " broke through his shaking hands . Rufus could hardly speak ...
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... hand was still over the eyes that he wanted so much to look into , and in trying to withdraw it he dis- covered that ... hand timidly in his , and with modest firmness continued , " Mr. Cuthbert , ever since we first met I have loved you ...
... hand was still over the eyes that he wanted so much to look into , and in trying to withdraw it he dis- covered that ... hand timidly in his , and with modest firmness continued , " Mr. Cuthbert , ever since we first met I have loved you ...
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... hand as he passed , exclaiming , ' Don't stop me now - I am in a desperate hurry . ' So I should suppose , ' said I. On he went , and I turned and followed him - he entered a gaming - house , I was astonished . It was the first time in ...
... hand as he passed , exclaiming , ' Don't stop me now - I am in a desperate hurry . ' So I should suppose , ' said I. On he went , and I turned and followed him - he entered a gaming - house , I was astonished . It was the first time in ...
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... hand thrust furtively through a mass of glossy hair did , now and then , glance over its darkened surface . The lion's head at the door continued its growls , sleigh - bells jingled in the lane , smiles and light and half - whispered ...
... hand thrust furtively through a mass of glossy hair did , now and then , glance over its darkened surface . The lion's head at the door continued its growls , sleigh - bells jingled in the lane , smiles and light and half - whispered ...
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Seite 213 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 213 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 213 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, - Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
Seite 213 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Seite 269 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Seite 131 - He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect. His temper was sweet, his affections Warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak. His life was spent in sinning and repenting ; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong. In speculation, he was a man of piety and honor ; in practice, he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.
Seite 244 - Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters - lone and dead, Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.
Seite 190 - The Heart — the Heart — there was the little, yet boundless sphere, wherein existed the original wrong, of which the crime and misery of this outward world were merely types.
Seite 60 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Seite 9 - Insight" shouts in Nature's ears His last conundrum on the orbs and spheres; There Self-inspection sucks its little thumb, With "Whence am I?