The National Magazine, Volume 2Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... took down a volume of Milton ; but " Paradise Lost " was too sublime for the mood of the moment , and we " got to thinking " of An- drew Marvel , and displaced a volume of Captain Edward Thompson's edition of his works ; and then it ...
... took down a volume of Milton ; but " Paradise Lost " was too sublime for the mood of the moment , and we " got to thinking " of An- drew Marvel , and displaced a volume of Captain Edward Thompson's edition of his works ; and then it ...
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... took in our message , and an old gentleman came into the hall , invited us in , and presented us to his wife , a lady of more than middle age , and of that species of beauty depending upon expression , which it is not in the power of ...
... took in our message , and an old gentleman came into the hall , invited us in , and presented us to his wife , a lady of more than middle age , and of that species of beauty depending upon expression , which it is not in the power of ...
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... took place in 1657 , when he became assistant secretary with Milton in the service of the Protector . " I never had , " says Marvel , " any , not the remotest relation to public matters , nor correspondence with the persons then ...
... took place in 1657 , when he became assistant secretary with Milton in the service of the Protector . " I never had , " says Marvel , " any , not the remotest relation to public matters , nor correspondence with the persons then ...
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... took great delight in his conversation , and tried all means to win him over to his side , but in vain ; nothing being ever able to shake his resolution . There were many instances of his firmness in resisting the offers of the court ...
... took great delight in his conversation , and tried all means to win him over to his side , but in vain ; nothing being ever able to shake his resolution . There were many instances of his firmness in resisting the offers of the court ...
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... took his evening - walk , after writing the last lines of the work to which many years had been devoted ; a walk which alone would have hallowed the spot , if , alas ! there had not been those intinations in the work itself of a purpose ...
... took his evening - walk , after writing the last lines of the work to which many years had been devoted ; a walk which alone would have hallowed the spot , if , alas ! there had not been those intinations in the work itself of a purpose ...
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Página 74 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone, — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human: They are Ghouls...
Página 73 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 445 - Now the names of the twelve apostles are these; The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; 3.
Página 445 - Is not this the carpenter's son ? is not his mother called Mary ? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas ? And his sisters, are they not all with us ? Whence then hath this man all these things ? And they were offended in him.
Página 84 - As if the natural calamities of life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent circumstances into misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling accidents, as from real evils. I have known...
Página 74 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair...
Página 452 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered ? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
Página 341 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 73 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 341 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.