Harper's Magazine, Svazek 13

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Harper's Magazine Company, 1856
Important American periodical dating back to 1850.

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Strana 356 - Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high...
Strana 363 - Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
Strana 499 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him.
Strana 149 - No carving to be done, no knife to grate The tender ear, and wound the stony plate; But the smooth spoon, just fitted to the lip, And taught with art the yielding mass to dip, By frequent journeys to the bowl well stored, Performs the hasty honors of the board.
Strana 26 - Connected with the establishment of an university, or separate from it, might be undertaken the erection of an astronomical observatory, with provision for the support of an astronomer, to be in constant attendance of observation upon the phenomena of the heavens, and for the periodical publication of his observations.
Strana 150 - ... With sovereign scorn I treat the vulgar jest, Nor fear to share thy bounties with the beast. What though the generous cow gives me to quaff The milk nutritious; am I then a calf? Or can the genius of the noisy swine, Though nursed on pudding, thence lay claim to mine?
Strana 146 - I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense and my evening meal, The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl, Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
Strana 147 - But rising grateful to the accustom'd ear, All bards should catch it, and all realms revere! Assist me first with pious toil to trace Through wrecks of time, thy lineage and thy race; Declare what lovely squaw...
Strana 101 - There was a classical daughter once - perhaps - who ministered to her father in his prison as her mother had ministered to her. Little Dorrit, though of the unheroic modern stock and mere English, did much more, in comforting her father's wasted heart upon her innocent breast, and turning to it a fountain of love and fidelity that never ran dry or waned through all his years of famine.
Strana 259 - ... occupy, or fortify or colonize, or assume or exercise any dominion over Nicaragua, Costa Rica, the Mosquito coast, or any part of Central America...

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