The Atlantic Monthly, Svazek 7Atlantic Monthly Company, 1861 |
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... dark tunnels and shafts , misnamed passages and staircases , in which there are more books , documents , and speeches , other boxes of seeds , and a still stronger odor of cabbages . The piles of books are traps set here for the benefit ...
... dark tunnels and shafts , misnamed passages and staircases , in which there are more books , documents , and speeches , other boxes of seeds , and a still stronger odor of cabbages . The piles of books are traps set here for the benefit ...
Strana 12
... dark , and heaven blank . But that could not be forever . As she sat with her face bur- ied in her hands , old words , old looks , flashed on her recollection ; she compre- hended what long years of silent suffer- ing the one might have ...
... dark , and heaven blank . But that could not be forever . As she sat with her face bur- ied in her hands , old words , old looks , flashed on her recollection ; she compre- hended what long years of silent suffer- ing the one might have ...
Strana 13
... together the alleys of odorous dark . They entered at Mr. Ra- leigh's door and stepped thence into the main hall , where they could see the broad light from the drawing - room windows streaming over the 1861. ] 13 Midsummer and May .
... together the alleys of odorous dark . They entered at Mr. Ra- leigh's door and stepped thence into the main hall , where they could see the broad light from the drawing - room windows streaming over the 1861. ] 13 Midsummer and May .
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... dark , " she mur- mured ; " the flowers must soil the air . Will you take me up - stairs ? " Meanwhile , the unconscious object of their remark was turning over a pile of pages with one hand , while the other tri- fled 16 [ January ...
... dark , " she mur- mured ; " the flowers must soil the air . Will you take me up - stairs ? " Meanwhile , the unconscious object of their remark was turning over a pile of pages with one hand , while the other tri- fled 16 [ January ...
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... dark polish , seemed like a coffin , the sarcophagus of unris- en music ; the oak panelling had ab- sorbed a richer hue with the years than once it wore ; the portrait of his mother seemed farther withdrawn from sight and air ; Antinous ...
... dark polish , seemed like a coffin , the sarcophagus of unris- en music ; the oak panelling had ab- sorbed a richer hue with the years than once it wore ; the portrait of his mother seemed farther withdrawn from sight and air ; Antinous ...
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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...