The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20Atlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
De dentro do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 98
Página 6
... less famous than many of his others ; but he signified his polite assent to the Deacon's statement , rath- er wondering at his choice of a favorite , and smiling at his queer way of talking about the Letters as Epistles . " I am afraid ...
... less famous than many of his others ; but he signified his polite assent to the Deacon's statement , rath- er wondering at his choice of a favorite , and smiling at his queer way of talking about the Letters as Epistles . " I am afraid ...
Página 16
... less sat there hundreds of times , so did we ascend and sit down and look at the hills and at the flags on the lake's shore . Reaching the house that had been pointed out to us as Wordsworth's res- idence , we began to peer about at its ...
... less sat there hundreds of times , so did we ascend and sit down and look at the hills and at the flags on the lake's shore . Reaching the house that had been pointed out to us as Wordsworth's res- idence , we began to peer about at its ...
Página 36
... less need of excuse in your life . You never looked half so well . " He fixed his eyes upon her a mo- ment . " Why , you have forgiven me ! " he exclaimed . " Yes , " said Gertrude , " I have for- given you , both you and myself . We ...
... less need of excuse in your life . You never looked half so well . " He fixed his eyes upon her a mo- ment . " Why , you have forgiven me ! " he exclaimed . " Yes , " said Gertrude , " I have for- given you , both you and myself . We ...
Página 46
... less fortunate the nose ; for from about the store - house and the native huts , and , indeed , from almost everywhere , welled up that horrid odor of decomposing oil and fish and flesh peculiar to a fishing - town . On this account ...
... less fortunate the nose ; for from about the store - house and the native huts , and , indeed , from almost everywhere , welled up that horrid odor of decomposing oil and fish and flesh peculiar to a fishing - town . On this account ...
Página 48
... less sweet , the bitter is less bitter . But Well , let's have the billiards . " My host now led the way into the billiard - room , which was tastefully or- namented with everything needful to harmonize with a handsome table stand- ing ...
... less sweet , the bitter is less bitter . But Well , let's have the billiards . " My host now led the way into the billiard - room , which was tastefully or- namented with everything needful to harmonize with a handsome table stand- ing ...
Outras edições - Ver todos
Termos e frases comuns
America answered Appenzell asked beauty better boat called character Charondas Church Cincinnati Clara Browne Clement dollars door Euroclydon eyes feel felt Gertrude Gifted girl give Gridley Hagia Triada half hand harpsichord head heard heart hour human hundred Iardanos instrument Italian Italy John Adams keyed instruments knew labor lady land Landsgemeinde light live looked lute Mason and Hamlin ment mind Miss Montalvan morning mother Murray Bradshaw Myrtle Hazard nature ness never night once passed passion perhaps persons piano poem poet present pretty reader Rose Rollins round seemed side soul spinet story strings sure Sybaris talk tell Terville thing thought thousand tion told took turned village walk whole woice woman words young
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 577 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 179 - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 367 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Página 48 - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Página 156 - SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care. And bids me, at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Página 597 - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Página 179 - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
Página 368 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Página 577 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 623 - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was; See, Udal, see the mercy of thee To me, poor lad.