The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 12Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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... leave to the consideration of those who may care to adopt my invention . The above contrivance would doubtless prove interesting and valuable to the api- arian . It is not at all necessary that the hive itself should be of the ...
... leave to the consideration of those who may care to adopt my invention . The above contrivance would doubtless prove interesting and valuable to the api- arian . It is not at all necessary that the hive itself should be of the ...
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... leaving Chambly . Both parties rais- ed a shout , and seized their arms to pre- pare for battle . Little did the ... leave their barricade ; they were about two hundred men , of strong and robust appearance , who were coming slowly ...
... leaving Chambly . Both parties rais- ed a shout , and seized their arms to pre- pare for battle . Little did the ... leave their barricade ; they were about two hundred men , of strong and robust appearance , who were coming slowly ...
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... leaving before the dance began , he returned home . and their little ones as they stood round his bed , but yet resigned ... Leave it to God . He will do all things well . " After that he seemed to be praying a while , for his lips moved ...
... leaving before the dance began , he returned home . and their little ones as they stood round his bed , but yet resigned ... Leave it to God . He will do all things well . " After that he seemed to be praying a while , for his lips moved ...
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... leave of her mistress to go to the neighboring town of S , about six miles distant . Permis- sion was granted , but not for the next day , as Adèle had requested . She must delay going till the day after , Lady Betty said . Accordingly ...
... leave of her mistress to go to the neighboring town of S , about six miles distant . Permis- sion was granted , but not for the next day , as Adèle had requested . She must delay going till the day after , Lady Betty said . Accordingly ...
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... leave her aged father , and firmly rejected every entreaty of her lover . To Lady Betty the hour of retribution came at length . The son for whom the unhappy woman had periled her own soul , died . This was the last stroke . She had ...
... leave her aged father , and firmly rejected every entreaty of her lover . To Lady Betty the hour of retribution came at length . The son for whom the unhappy woman had periled her own soul , died . This was the last stroke . She had ...
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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.