Canadian Magazine of Politics, Science, Art & Literature, Volume 4H. C. Maclean Publications, 1895 |
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... tell . As for Abel , the effect of this proceeding upon him was a startling one . I never saw a man look more horrified in my life . His brown face assumed a deadly pal- lor , and his hands trembled . In a hard , legal kind of voice Mr ...
... tell . As for Abel , the effect of this proceeding upon him was a startling one . I never saw a man look more horrified in my life . His brown face assumed a deadly pal- lor , and his hands trembled . In a hard , legal kind of voice Mr ...
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... tell us why they doubt . line as possible , but sometimes curv- Such a statement would involve in- ing round the base of a low hill , and formation , both as to what the re- in one instance , at least , making a de- mains do and do not ...
... tell us why they doubt . line as possible , but sometimes curv- Such a statement would involve in- ing round the base of a low hill , and formation , both as to what the re- in one instance , at least , making a de- mains do and do not ...
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... tell . But first a word as to myself . I was , I have said , three - and - twen- ty , and as dapper a little fellow as ever waxed bowstring , at least so all the girls said . They never said so openly to my face , but I read it in their ...
... tell . But first a word as to myself . I was , I have said , three - and - twen- ty , and as dapper a little fellow as ever waxed bowstring , at least so all the girls said . They never said so openly to my face , but I read it in their ...
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... tell " Better late than never , " said I. " And now that I am here , me what you were expecting for . " me IV . At 10.45 o'clock next morning , we were at the station , awaiting on the platform the arrival of the 11 train , bound south ...
... tell " Better late than never , " said I. " And now that I am here , me what you were expecting for . " me IV . At 10.45 o'clock next morning , we were at the station , awaiting on the platform the arrival of the 11 train , bound south ...
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... telling of life successful , of effort rewarded , of love triumphant . Unconsciously , the strain had broken into a grand wedding march , that wedding march , when a hand was laid upon my shoulder , and turning on the bench , I saw John ...
... telling of life successful , of effort rewarded , of love triumphant . Unconsciously , the strain had broken into a grand wedding march , that wedding march , when a hand was laid upon my shoulder , and turning on the bench , I saw John ...
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Página 60 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 102 - ... before, nor the evening sounds of the village; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating. It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed before me. They were the voices of old burghers that I heard in the streets. I was an involuntary spectator and auditor of whatever was done and said in the kitchen of the adjacent village inn — a wholly new and rare experience...
Página 22 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 102 - I saw that if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as I was.
Página 538 - Where is now their God? 11 O let the vengeance of thy servants' blood that is shed : be openly shewed upon the heathen in our sight. 12 O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee : according to the greatness of thy power, preserve thou those that are appointed to die.
Página 102 - I never had heard the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the village ; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating. It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles...
Página 460 - Another moon new risen, or meteor fallen From heaven to earth, of lambent flame serene. So stood the brittle prodigy ; though smooth And slippery the materials, yet frostbound Firm as a rock.
Página 570 - I will lie and dream of the past time, .(Eons of thought away, And through the jungle of memory Loosen my fancy to play; When, a smooth and velvety tiger, Ribbed with yellow and black, Supple and cushion-footed I wandered, where never the track Of a human creature had rustled The silence of mighty woods, And, fierce in a tyrannous freedom, I knew but the law of my moods. The elephant, trumpeting, started, When he heard my footstep near, And the spotted giraffes fled wildly In a yellow cloud of fear.