Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Volúmenes22-23G.R. Graham., 1843 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 100
Página 13
... exclaimed the woman to whom the thimble was offered for sale ; this is so common an article as scarcely to command any price . I will give thirty sous , notwithstanding . ” Adrienne had made her calculations , as she fancied , 2 ...
... exclaimed the woman to whom the thimble was offered for sale ; this is so common an article as scarcely to command any price . I will give thirty sous , notwithstanding . ” Adrienne had made her calculations , as she fancied , 2 ...
Página 22
... out , and yawning again . " It is that most beau- tiful princess that's doomed to eat me , " continued the Fairy , as we must now call our heroine , as the novel writers say . " To ate you , darlin ' ! " exclaimed 22 MAGAZINE . GRAHAM'S.
... out , and yawning again . " It is that most beau- tiful princess that's doomed to eat me , " continued the Fairy , as we must now call our heroine , as the novel writers say . " To ate you , darlin ' ! " exclaimed 22 MAGAZINE . GRAHAM'S.
Página 23
... exclaimed the Philosopher , dropping his jaw very low , and the tears coming into his eyes . " Yes , indeed , " said the Fairy , " she alone - that is to say , with her husband and her small children , and the other ladies and gentlemen ...
... exclaimed the Philosopher , dropping his jaw very low , and the tears coming into his eyes . " Yes , indeed , " said the Fairy , " she alone - that is to say , with her husband and her small children , and the other ladies and gentlemen ...
Página 24
... exclaimed a young the same time , a modest looking , dark - eyed girl , in artist , as the curtain fell . the simple dress of a quaker , approached , and whisp- " It is Lilian Clifford , the daughter of our hostess , " ered- was the ...
... exclaimed a young the same time , a modest looking , dark - eyed girl , in artist , as the curtain fell . the simple dress of a quaker , approached , and whisp- " It is Lilian Clifford , the daughter of our hostess , " ered- was the ...
Página 25
... exclaimed Lilian Clifford to a friend , struck starting , he found the soft hand of Lilian Clifford on for the first ... exclaimed one of the former . Is it a likeness of the laughing elf ? " " A likeness ! No ! by heaven - ' tis she ...
... exclaimed Lilian Clifford to a friend , struck starting , he found the soft hand of Lilian Clifford on for the first ... exclaimed one of the former . Is it a likeness of the laughing elf ? " " A likeness ! No ! by heaven - ' tis she ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
Adrienne American beauty beneath Bertha better blush Bobbinet brig bright brow Caledonia Capt carronades Catherine de Medicis character cheek child dark Daru daughter dear deep door dream English exclaimed eyes face Fanny father fear feeling fell fire flowers Frank Hunter gaze girl graceful GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE guns half hand handkerchief happy Hazleton heard heart Heaven HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT honor hope hour Indian Jones Julia knew lady Lake Erie Lida light lips live look marriage Mary ment mind Miss Monson morning mother Mount Wollaston N. P. WILLIS never Niagara night noble o'er once pale passed passion Perry pocket-handkerchief poor replied rose round scarcely seemed Serapis ship smile soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion Tom Harrington truth turned vessels voice wife wild wind woman words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 186 - Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not. There is who heeds, who holds them all, In his large love and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
Página 222 - And Samuel said to Saul, why hast thou disquieted me, to bring me up ? And Saul answered, I am sore distressed ; for the Philistines make war against me, and GOD is departed from me, and answereth me no more, neither by prophets nor by dreams : therefore I have called thee, that thou mayest make known unto me what I shall do.
Página 222 - Behold, thine handmaid hath obeyed thy voice, and I have put my life in my hand, and have hearkened unto thy words which thou spakest unto me.
Página 286 - Look not mournfully into the past: it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present: it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Página 246 - And the Lord said, If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you.
Página 30 - But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
Página 288 - Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen Man with his own mind...
Página 286 - Alas ! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life, to light the fires of passion with, from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number, and to remember...
Página 288 - I have preserved even the measure ; that inexorable hexameter, in which, it must be confessed, the motions of the English Muse are not unlike those of a prisoner dancing to the music of his chains ; and perhaps, as Dr. Johnson said of the dancirtg dog, " the wonder is not that she should do it so well, but that she should do it at all.
Página 41 - ... recesses of swamps and morasses, rather than bow his haughty spirit to submission, and live dependent and despised in the ease and luxury of the settlements. With heroic qualities and bold achievements that would have graced a civilized warrior, and have rendered him the theme of the poet and the historian; he lived a wanderer and a fugitive in his native land, and went down, like a lonely bark foundering amid darkness and tempest— without a pitying eye to weep his fall, or a friendly hand...