Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volumen6G.P.Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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... soon . " He goes off suddenly , on tip - toe , leav- leaving the Dark Student alone . Alone in that fearful room - the dull gleam of the lamp showing the dead man staring at the smoky ceiling - the low moans of the heart - broken woman ...
... soon . " He goes off suddenly , on tip - toe , leav- leaving the Dark Student alone . Alone in that fearful room - the dull gleam of the lamp showing the dead man staring at the smoky ceiling - the low moans of the heart - broken woman ...
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... soon determined to employ the new power thus granted him ; but , al- though Marco Polo tells us that the Chinese used coals as far back as his own time ( 1270 ) , Europe did not employ them until about a hundred years ago . Then ...
... soon determined to employ the new power thus granted him ; but , al- though Marco Polo tells us that the Chinese used coals as far back as his own time ( 1270 ) , Europe did not employ them until about a hundred years ago . Then ...
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... soon broken , and the poor musquash pulled out and dispatch- ed , when he would be carried swinging by the tail from the hand of his young murderer for miles , and finally flayed , and his pelt sold for eighteen pence to the hatter . We ...
... soon broken , and the poor musquash pulled out and dispatch- ed , when he would be carried swinging by the tail from the hand of his young murderer for miles , and finally flayed , and his pelt sold for eighteen pence to the hatter . We ...
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... soon be laid . A " Legend of Seville , " is of three men who are murdered . The facility with which these " melo- dious tears " are poured out is wonderful . Rain does not gush more abundantly from an April cloud . Miss Cary has the ...
... soon be laid . A " Legend of Seville , " is of three men who are murdered . The facility with which these " melo- dious tears " are poured out is wonderful . Rain does not gush more abundantly from an April cloud . Miss Cary has the ...
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... soon as the lank Anarch old Fingers her palm and lips her for his bride . Suffers collapse , and straightway doth be come A hideous comment of mortality . " True , wise young Judge , and most discreetly put . But , is this Ariadne just ...
... soon as the lank Anarch old Fingers her palm and lips her for his bride . Suffers collapse , and straightway doth be come A hideous comment of mortality . " True , wise young Judge , and most discreetly put . But , is this Ariadne just ...
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Página 122 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 138 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 122 - And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 374 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 122 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 568 - Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Página 123 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 237 - Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer — till at last The long'd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Página 374 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 371 - Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet VI.