The National Magazine, Volume 2Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... Young , Reading for - A Leaf from my Life 252 , 440 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . Dr. John M'Clintock - Portrait ......... House of Marvel .. Marvel's House - Back View . David Garrick ....... 1 Duke of Orleans ........ 299 4 Laws House , Rue ...
... Young , Reading for - A Leaf from my Life 252 , 440 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . Dr. John M'Clintock - Portrait ......... House of Marvel .. Marvel's House - Back View . David Garrick ....... 1 Duke of Orleans ........ 299 4 Laws House , Rue ...
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... young Marvel , and , by way of making all the return in her power , added considerably to his fortune . This accession of wealth gave him an opportunity of traveling ; and he journeyed through Holland , France , and Italy . While at ...
... young Marvel , and , by way of making all the return in her power , added considerably to his fortune . This accession of wealth gave him an opportunity of traveling ; and he journeyed through Holland , France , and Italy . While at ...
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... young ingenuous students when he should be dust . One may derive consola- tion from reflecting that the style is too meretricious , and the attempt too elaborate and too subtile , to achieve the proposed evil , and in hoping that there ...
... young ingenuous students when he should be dust . One may derive consola- tion from reflecting that the style is too meretricious , and the attempt too elaborate and too subtile , to achieve the proposed evil , and in hoping that there ...
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... young writers who have since become famous . N. P. Willis was at one time its editor . It was a sort of hot- house , where native flowers were made to bloom like exotics . Had we , the writer hereof , lived in those days ! From the ...
... young writers who have since become famous . N. P. Willis was at one time its editor . It was a sort of hot- house , where native flowers were made to bloom like exotics . Had we , the writer hereof , lived in those days ! From the ...
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... young forest , mostly of locust - trees , with now and then a few young elms and oaks , and a few white pines , rooted amid an infinity of yellow needles . Two or three mounded embankments , the foundation of a range of terraces , never ...
... young forest , mostly of locust - trees , with now and then a few young elms and oaks , and a few white pines , rooted amid an infinity of yellow needles . Two or three mounded embankments , the foundation of a range of terraces , never ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.