The Southern Monthly Magazine, Volume 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... less body of a man . " To the village ! " he gasped , as soon as he could find the strength to speak , and pointed to the body . " It's all that ever will be saved from the wreck . " " He was right . From that hour till this no mortal ...
... less body of a man . " To the village ! " he gasped , as soon as he could find the strength to speak , and pointed to the body . " It's all that ever will be saved from the wreck . " " He was right . From that hour till this no mortal ...
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... less tall and strong than those whom he found on his arrival , and this he attributes to excessive tobacco smoking . We should have liked to know , from one so well able to tell us , what were the diseases common among the natives ...
... less tall and strong than those whom he found on his arrival , and this he attributes to excessive tobacco smoking . We should have liked to know , from one so well able to tell us , what were the diseases common among the natives ...
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... less than three books in the press , bearing more or less directly upon the present war in America . One is " Six Months in the Federal States , " from the pen , we believe , of Macmillan's Magazines ' own Correspondent . Its tone may ...
... less than three books in the press , bearing more or less directly upon the present war in America . One is " Six Months in the Federal States , " from the pen , we believe , of Macmillan's Magazines ' own Correspondent . Its tone may ...
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... less new - comers place reliance upon board - ship reports as to the state of the country , the more likely they are to come to a just conception of the true circumstances of the case in a short time . The emigrants from Britain to this ...
... less new - comers place reliance upon board - ship reports as to the state of the country , the more likely they are to come to a just conception of the true circumstances of the case in a short time . The emigrants from Britain to this ...
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... less you see of it the better . And besides , if you have come out here in the hope of one day being able to occupy your small farm , and so leaving an inheritance to your children , the further you are in the " Bush " the more will ...
... less you see of it the better . And besides , if you have come out here in the hope of one day being able to occupy your small farm , and so leaving an inheritance to your children , the further you are in the " Bush " the more will ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Página 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Página 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Página 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Página 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Página 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Página 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Página 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!