The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 12Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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... hope , undimmed , burned with unabated fervor in the darkest hour , and thus sustained him until his conquest was completed . Charles Goodyear , imbued with the same spirit , would listen to no persuasion from his friends to abandon ...
... hope , undimmed , burned with unabated fervor in the darkest hour , and thus sustained him until his conquest was completed . Charles Goodyear , imbued with the same spirit , would listen to no persuasion from his friends to abandon ...
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... hope that , though cast down , are not destroyed , and a gleam- ing fire in his eye that bespoke perfect confidence in himself and in his great idea . It requires but a moment's reflection to perceive that few inventions have done more ...
... hope that , though cast down , are not destroyed , and a gleam- ing fire in his eye that bespoke perfect confidence in himself and in his great idea . It requires but a moment's reflection to perceive that few inventions have done more ...
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... hope , that we were loth to put it away among the things of the past ; al- most as loth as must have been the " dar ... hope you were happy with your faithful heart , ' " cried Lettie . " I hope you and your true love live yet in a green ...
... hope , that we were loth to put it away among the things of the past ; al- most as loth as must have been the " dar ... hope you were happy with your faithful heart , ' " cried Lettie . " I hope you and your true love live yet in a green ...
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... hope of their restoration and for the protection of community , that there is little reason to doubt that here- after the proportion of hospital accommo- dations to the whole number of the insane will be greatly increased . The first ...
... hope of their restoration and for the protection of community , that there is little reason to doubt that here- after the proportion of hospital accommo- dations to the whole number of the insane will be greatly increased . The first ...
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... hope of knowing that he was to succeed to the proud inheritance of his fathers , and now this hope was forever quenched . Thus was she broken . For some time after her son's death , she went about her usual occupations , as if sternly ...
... hope of knowing that he was to succeed to the proud inheritance of his fathers , and now this hope was forever quenched . Thus was she broken . For some time after her son's death , she went about her usual occupations , as if sternly ...
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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.