The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 12Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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... feel the influence and the power Of that pale face behind the door . And oft I dream of that fair face , Which hangs upon my study wall ; Young , saintly , tender , full of grace , On which the gathering shadows fall . Ir is an ancient ...
... feel the influence and the power Of that pale face behind the door . And oft I dream of that fair face , Which hangs upon my study wall ; Young , saintly , tender , full of grace , On which the gathering shadows fall . Ir is an ancient ...
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... feel serious apprehensions for the future . The question then arose , how they might best dispose of their prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision ...
... feel serious apprehensions for the future . The question then arose , how they might best dispose of their prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision ...
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... feel that her horrid scheme was a vain one ; the crime was bootless to her . What passed between her and the young laird was known only to themselves , but she soon found that , even if his mother had been willing , he never would have ...
... feel that her horrid scheme was a vain one ; the crime was bootless to her . What passed between her and the young laird was known only to themselves , but she soon found that , even if his mother had been willing , he never would have ...
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... feel to be true , that in the binocular vis- ion of objects each eye sees a different picture of the same object . How is it , then , that we do not see objects double ? Simply in consequence of the law of visi- ble direction . The axis ...
... feel to be true , that in the binocular vis- ion of objects each eye sees a different picture of the same object . How is it , then , that we do not see objects double ? Simply in consequence of the law of visi- ble direction . The axis ...
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... feel it a great consolation , amid the neg- lect and contempt of others , that she was attached to me . When the day for her departure came she gave me Coleridge's " Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner ; " and I was to keep it always , and ...
... feel it a great consolation , amid the neg- lect and contempt of others , that she was attached to me . When the day for her departure came she gave me Coleridge's " Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner ; " and I was to keep it always , and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abraham American appear army arquebus Beacon Falls beautiful blessing Bothwell British called Charles Goodyear child Christ Christian Church color command Cusco dark dead death Delhi enemy England English eyes faith father feel feet fire French give green ground hand happy head heard heart heaven Huguenots hundred India Indians Iroquois Jesuits Joanna Baillie Kilauea king labor lady lake land light living look Lord Lucknow Magyars Marshal de Biron ment miles mind morning mountain native nature Naugatuck never night once Padmavati palkee passed present prisoners Putnam Quebec reached river seems seen sent Sepoy side soon soul spirit stereoscope things thou thought thousand tion took town trees turned Tyrian purple village whole woman words young
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Página 155 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Página 157 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE " Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Página 157 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 428 - See, I have this day set thee over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant.
Página 353 - That be far from thee to do after this manner, to slay the righteous with the wicked : and that the righteous should be as the wicked, that be far from thee : Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right...
Página 5 - Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. • The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Página 423 - THEE, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness.
Página 424 - The place of the Scripture which he read was this, He was led as a sheep to the slaughter ; and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth : In his humiliation his judgment was taken away : and who shall declare his generation ? for his life is taken from the earth.
Página 159 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 157 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.