Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, Volúmenes24-25G. R. Graham, 1844 |
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... door as fast as his age would permit , but he had disappeared in the mists of snow , and it was in vain to follow . The father , who was at this time aided by the mother , called aloud , but received no answer , and returned to the now ...
... door as fast as his age would permit , but he had disappeared in the mists of snow , and it was in vain to follow . The father , who was at this time aided by the mother , called aloud , but received no answer , and returned to the now ...
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... door of the chamber which must be passed to gain access to that of Lady Melicent . It was Lord A's sleeping - room , and , though the light was extinguished , I could see that he was still up , and sitting at the window . Turning my ...
... door of the chamber which must be passed to gain access to that of Lady Melicent . It was Lord A's sleeping - room , and , though the light was extinguished , I could see that he was still up , and sitting at the window . Turning my ...
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... door . I felt as if the sweet scent were God's welcome , and I stopped a minute on the door step , and knocked somehow with a lighter next room , thank God , and she laughed at me . My only com- fort was thinking of my brother , and how ...
... door . I felt as if the sweet scent were God's welcome , and I stopped a minute on the door step , and knocked somehow with a lighter next room , thank God , and she laughed at me . My only com- fort was thinking of my brother , and how ...
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... door , and Miss Waddle entered in great trepidation . " Miss Willis , you must lend me something for my hair - you must indeed ! Will you ? Oh ! what a lovely wreath ! that is just the thing ; " and she caught it up , wound it round her ...
... door , and Miss Waddle entered in great trepidation . " Miss Willis , you must lend me something for my hair - you must indeed ! Will you ? Oh ! what a lovely wreath ! that is just the thing ; " and she caught it up , wound it round her ...
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... doors hospitably open to every mar- riageable gentleman in the village for fifteen years - as the girls had hung the ... door - yard fence which ran in front of the red farm - house . I could see it all from my chamber window , and what ...
... doors hospitably open to every mar- riageable gentleman in the village for fifteen years - as the girls had hung the ... door - yard fence which ran in front of the red farm - house . I could see it all from my chamber window , and what ...
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Página 213 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 213 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 213 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, - Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
Página 213 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Página 269 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Página 131 - He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect. His temper was sweet, his affections Warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak. His life was spent in sinning and repenting ; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong. In speculation, he was a man of piety and honor ; in practice, he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.
Página 244 - Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters - lone and dead, Their still waters - still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.
Página 190 - The Heart — the Heart — there was the little, yet boundless sphere, wherein existed the original wrong, of which the crime and misery of this outward world were merely types.
Página 60 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Página 9 - Insight" shouts in Nature's ears His last conundrum on the orbs and spheres; There Self-inspection sucks its little thumb, With "Whence am I?