The National Magazine, Volume 2Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... present- ation dress . Were it possible , we would whisper in each ear that we do not really like his appearance . The original is a great deal preferable to the similitude . The real doctor presents an aspect of much more physical ...
... present- ation dress . Were it possible , we would whisper in each ear that we do not really like his appearance . The original is a great deal preferable to the similitude . The real doctor presents an aspect of much more physical ...
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... present introduction of Dr. M'Clintock . ALL that has been written in song , or told in story , of love and its effects , falls far short of its reality . Its evils and its blessings , its impotence and its power , will continue the ...
... present introduction of Dr. M'Clintock . ALL that has been written in song , or told in story , of love and its effects , falls far short of its reality . Its evils and its blessings , its impotence and its power , will continue the ...
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... present under very disad- vantageous circumstances of fortune . " It is melancholy to contemplate genius united to virtue thus driven by want to make haste to exchange its choicest productions for the means of subsistence ; yet such has ...
... present under very disad- vantageous circumstances of fortune . " It is melancholy to contemplate genius united to virtue thus driven by want to make haste to exchange its choicest productions for the means of subsistence ; yet such has ...
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... present- ed themselves . On Sabbaths and holidays all the parish- ioners that could leave their homes would congregate in the " convenient place , " where the book of God , the food of their souls , was placed ; and would listen ...
... present- ed themselves . On Sabbaths and holidays all the parish- ioners that could leave their homes would congregate in the " convenient place , " where the book of God , the food of their souls , was placed ; and would listen ...
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... A pleasanter and more pictur- esque abode than his present residence , it has seldom been our lot to meet . It stands in a space of level pasturage about twenty feet from the road , the high road to Boston NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE . 21.
... A pleasanter and more pictur- esque abode than his present residence , it has seldom been our lot to meet . It stands in a space of level pasturage about twenty feet from the road , the high road to Boston NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE . 21.
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Page 74 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone, They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human: They are Ghouls...
Page 73 - Hear the loud alarum bells Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 445 - Now the names of the twelve apostles are these; The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; 3.
Page 445 - Is not this the carpenter's son ? is not his mother called Mary ? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas ? And his sisters, are they not all with us ? Whence then hath this man all these things ? And they were offended in him.
Page 84 - As if the natural calamities of life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent circumstances into misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling accidents, as from real evils. I have known...
Page 74 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair...
Page 452 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered ? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
Page 341 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 73 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 341 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.