The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 78

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1896

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Pagina 435 - My friends, we declare that this nation is able to legislate for its own people on every question, without waiting for the aid or consent of any other nation on earth; and upon that issue we expect to carry every State in the Union.
Pagina 307 - IF one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pale gold, Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers ! No shade encroaching on the matchless mould Of those two lips, which should be opening soft In the pure profile ; not as when she laughs, For that spoils all : but rather as if aloft Yon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff's...
Pagina 471 - The moving finger writes ; and, having writ, Moves on : nor all your piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Pagina 424 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth, And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Pagina 296 - West. He thought the rule of representation ought to be so fixed, as to secure to the Atlantic States a prevalence in the national councils. The new States will know less of the public interest than these; will have an interest in many respects different ; in particular will be little...
Pagina 484 - The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine. And our ballast is old wine — And your ballast is old wine.
Pagina 481 - God Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honoured, ever sung, Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's ' brim, In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine, Let a river run with wine. God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear...
Pagina 479 - We are na fou, we're no that fou, But just a drappie in our ee ; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And aye we'll taste the barley bree.
Pagina 296 - The busy haunts of men, not the remote wilderness, was the proper school of political talents. If the western people get the power into their hands, they will ruin the Atlantic interests. The back members are always most averse to the best measures.
Pagina 295 - ... area. It is the term applied to the region whose social conditions result from the application of older institutions and ideas to the transforming influences of free land. By this application, a new environment is suddenly entered, freedom of opportunity is opened, the cake of custom is broken, and new activities, new lines of growth, new institutions and new ideals, are brought into existence. The wilderness disappears, the "West...

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