The Southern Monthly Magazine, Volume 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... mind that he now sorrowed for what he looked upon as his undutiful conduct to that father who , while living , he ... minds of his humble friends down in the village . He might indeed have heard something of it ; but if so it was only to ...
... mind that he now sorrowed for what he looked upon as his undutiful conduct to that father who , while living , he ... minds of his humble friends down in the village . He might indeed have heard something of it ; but if so it was only to ...
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... mind , as yet too elastic to be wholly overpowered by even such a blow as it had just sustained . His kindly solicitous manner , although it at first increased his old dependent's distress , was soon successful in the attempt to calm ...
... mind , as yet too elastic to be wholly overpowered by even such a blow as it had just sustained . His kindly solicitous manner , although it at first increased his old dependent's distress , was soon successful in the attempt to calm ...
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... mind ; he ceased for the moment to feel that crushing sense of his degradation , as he gazed at the huge hills of glassy water , stretching into the limitless distance , and listened to the solemn peal of the ocean as it gathered its ...
... mind ; he ceased for the moment to feel that crushing sense of his degradation , as he gazed at the huge hills of glassy water , stretching into the limitless distance , and listened to the solemn peal of the ocean as it gathered its ...
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... mind telling of you what I did it for - I wants a lucky mate ! I've been two years and a half on them blessed diggins , and I've never had as much luck as would buy me a ration of rum . I shouldn't mind joining you , as you looks ...
... mind telling of you what I did it for - I wants a lucky mate ! I've been two years and a half on them blessed diggins , and I've never had as much luck as would buy me a ration of rum . I shouldn't mind joining you , as you looks ...
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... mind never to run the drains in a straight line up or down an incline but always at an angle , because if a drain is run down a hill in a straight line it will burst before it has been made twelve months . Capital sunk in the soil on a ...
... mind never to run the drains in a straight line up or down an incline but always at an angle , because if a drain is run down a hill in a straight line it will burst before it has been made twelve months . Capital sunk in the soil on a ...
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amongst appearance arms asked Auckland Aurora Floyd beauty boat brig brigantine Burton Captain character cliff colony course Crantor Creon dark deep dream England English Eunus exclaimed eyes face fear feeling feet felt fence gazed give Government ground hand head heard heart hero Holmes hope idea interest Iothales Iphitus island July labour land light look Lord Macaulay Maori Marley means Mike mind natives nature never night novel once pakeha party perhaps Philokalos plants poem poet poetry present question reader replied rock scarcely schooner Sea Snake seemed settler side Sir George Grey soil soon Soppleton stood strong suppose tapu things thou thought tone trachyte trees Trojan war turned vessel voice Waikato Waitara walk wild Wilkie Collins wind young Zealand
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!