The Atlantic Monthly, Svazek 7Atlantic Monthly Company, 1861 |
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... Italy , Our , 129 . Asylum for Aged and Decayed Punsters , A Visit to , 113 . Atlantic Telegraph , The First , 170 . Bag of Meal , A , 670 . Barbarism and Civilization , 51 . Byron , Lady , 185 . Caspar Hauser , Who was ? 62 ...
... Italy , Our , 129 . Asylum for Aged and Decayed Punsters , A Visit to , 113 . Atlantic Telegraph , The First , 170 . Bag of Meal , A , 670 . Barbarism and Civilization , 51 . Byron , Lady , 185 . Caspar Hauser , Who was ? 62 ...
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... , the beautiful Greek , the strong Roman , the keen Arab , the passionate Italian , the - stately Spaniard , the sad Portuguese , the brilliant Frenchman 1861. ] 51 Barbarism and Civilization . BARBARISM AND CIVILIZATION.
... , the beautiful Greek , the strong Roman , the keen Arab , the passionate Italian , the - stately Spaniard , the sad Portuguese , the brilliant Frenchman 1861. ] 51 Barbarism and Civilization . BARBARISM AND CIVILIZATION.
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... Italy . Chalky cliffs and miles of sand , Ragged reefs and salty caves , And the sparkling emerald waves Faded ; and I seemed to stand , Myself a languid Florentine , In the heart of that. before Caspar's case had occurred . He says ...
... Italy . Chalky cliffs and miles of sand , Ragged reefs and salty caves , And the sparkling emerald waves Faded ; and I seemed to stand , Myself a languid Florentine , In the heart of that. before Caspar's case had occurred . He says ...
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... Italy . Her hair was like a coronet Upon her Grecian forehead set , Where one gem glistened sunnily , Like Venice , when first seen at sea . I saw within her violet eyes The starlight of Italian skies , And on her brow and breast and ...
... Italy . Her hair was like a coronet Upon her Grecian forehead set , Where one gem glistened sunnily , Like Venice , when first seen at sea . I saw within her violet eyes The starlight of Italian skies , And on her brow and breast and ...
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... Italian skies ! Most dreams are dark , beyond the range Of reason ; oft we cannot tell If they be born of heaven or hell ; But to my soul it seems not strange , That , lying by ... Italy ! THE PROFESSOR'S STORY . 74 [ January , Pampenea .
... Italian skies ! Most dreams are dark , beyond the range Of reason ; oft we cannot tell If they be born of heaven or hell ; But to my soul it seems not strange , That , lying by ... Italy ! THE PROFESSOR'S STORY . 74 [ January , Pampenea .
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Strana 309 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Strana 88 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Strana 27 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April in Seventy-five: Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Strana 28 - Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away. Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Strana 29 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm • To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore!
Strana 27 - Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay. Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
Strana 656 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Strana 28 - But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo ! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle, the bridle be turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns...
Strana 377 - With a, full View of the English-Dutch Struggle against Spain, and of the Origin and Destruction of the Spanish Armada. By JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY, LL.D., DCL Portraits.
Strana 371 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...