American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 24Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1844 - Periodicals |
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... seemed the most antique piece of furniture in the office , and then dipped his pen into a horn ink- stand , from whence the Loubets , advocates for three generations , had drawn many a long and learned plea . But on this occasion ...
... seemed the most antique piece of furniture in the office , and then dipped his pen into a horn ink- stand , from whence the Loubets , advocates for three generations , had drawn many a long and learned plea . But on this occasion ...
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... seemed neat , suitable , and well - ordered ; and one might readily perceive in all the little house- hold details , of which the mistress of the family never lost sight , the modest opulence of a respectable citizen . A huge dresser ...
... seemed neat , suitable , and well - ordered ; and one might readily perceive in all the little house- hold details , of which the mistress of the family never lost sight , the modest opulence of a respectable citizen . A huge dresser ...
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... seemed to increase ; and the clamor extended even into the little street of Portalet . " Holy Virgin ! ' exclaimed the old domestic ; ' grant that no harm be- fals any one to night ! ' The year the late king died , ' said Mistress ...
... seemed to increase ; and the clamor extended even into the little street of Portalet . " Holy Virgin ! ' exclaimed the old domestic ; ' grant that no harm be- fals any one to night ! ' The year the late king died , ' said Mistress ...
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... seemed to listen ; the noise be- came more distant ; no one was now heard in the street . The advo- cate , leaning against his desk , mechanically grasped the papers that were lying scattered beneath his hand ; he trembled as he gazed ...
... seemed to listen ; the noise be- came more distant ; no one was now heard in the street . The advo- cate , leaning against his desk , mechanically grasped the papers that were lying scattered beneath his hand ; he trembled as he gazed ...
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... seemed as if the violent throbbings of her heart would burst its frail enclosure ; he clasped with intense anguish to his bosom the slight form which he dreaded every moment would escape from his grasp . For an instant , yielding to ...
... seemed as if the violent throbbings of her heart would burst its frail enclosure ; he clasped with intense anguish to his bosom the slight form which he dreaded every moment would escape from his grasp . For an instant , yielding to ...
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Page 206 - Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Page 304 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 425 - tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me: the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.
Page 299 - My hopes of being remembered in my line With my land's language. If too fond and far These aspirations in their scope incline — If my fame should be, as my fortunes are, Of hasty growth and blight, and dull Oblivion bar My name from out the temple where the dead Are honored by the nations — let it be, And light the laurels on a loftier head, And be the Spartan's epitaph on me : " Sparta hath many a worthier son than he.
Page 302 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo!
Page 373 - Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Page 475 - ... and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs. Partington's spirit was up ; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop, or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest.
Page 475 - Sidmouth and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824 there set in a great flood upon that town; the tide rose to an incredible height; the waves rushed in upon the houses; and everything was threatened with destruction.
Page 190 - This frail and feverish being of an hour; Doom'd o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while; Then melt, ye elements, that form'd in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain ! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom, And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb.
Page 302 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?