The Atlantic Monthly, Volum 19Atlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
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Pàgina 2
... Italy be deedeed ! ] Visit of Prince Alfred to the Holy Land . Letter from our own Correspondent . [ Oh ! Oh ! At West Minkville ? ] Cotton advanced . Bread- stuffs declining . - Deacon Rumrill's barn burned down on Saturday night . A ...
... Italy be deedeed ! ] Visit of Prince Alfred to the Holy Land . Letter from our own Correspondent . [ Oh ! Oh ! At West Minkville ? ] Cotton advanced . Bread- stuffs declining . - Deacon Rumrill's barn burned down on Saturday night . A ...
Pàgina 18
... midnight oil Makes up for virtue wanting in the soil ; Manure them well and prune them ; ' t won't be France , Nor Spain , nor Italy , but there's your chance . You have one story - teller worth a score Of 18 [ January , Fitz Adam's Story .
... midnight oil Makes up for virtue wanting in the soil ; Manure them well and prune them ; ' t won't be France , Nor Spain , nor Italy , but there's your chance . You have one story - teller worth a score Of 18 [ January , Fitz Adam's Story .
Pàgina 19
... Italian opera , or play , Encore the sunrise ( if they ' re out of bed ) , And pat the Mighty Mother on the head : These have I seen , - all things are good to see , And wondered much at their complacency ; This world's great show ...
... Italian opera , or play , Encore the sunrise ( if they ' re out of bed ) , And pat the Mighty Mother on the head : These have I seen , - all things are good to see , And wondered much at their complacency ; This world's great show ...
Pàgina 27
... Italians , though they ' re dry ; At first we have to let the draught on stronger , But , heat ' em through , they seem to hold it longer . " " " Bitters he took the rod , and pretty soon A teamster comes , whistling an ex - psalm tune ...
... Italians , though they ' re dry ; At first we have to let the draught on stronger , But , heat ' em through , they seem to hold it longer . " " " Bitters he took the rod , and pretty soon A teamster comes , whistling an ex - psalm tune ...
Pàgina 34
... Italy for a refuge . His prac- tical life may be developed by the ac- tivity around him ; his aims may be ennobled by the great ideas of his na- tion ; and so far all is well . It is only his artistic inspiration that lies dor- mant ...
... Italy for a refuge . His prac- tical life may be developed by the ac- tivity around him ; his aims may be ennobled by the great ideas of his na- tion ; and so far all is well . It is only his artistic inspiration that lies dor- mant ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 445 - But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.
Pàgina 635 - A valuable contribution to the evidences of revelation, and disposes very conclusively of the arguments of those who would set God's Works against God's Word. No real difficulty is shirked, and no sophistry is left unexposed.
Pàgina 188 - But this I say, brethren, the time is short. It remaineth, that both they that have wives be as though they had none; and they that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as though they possessed not; and they that use this world, as not abusing it: for the fashion of this world passeth away.
Pàgina 119 - AZgon, rough and merry, A Broadway Daphnis, on his tryst With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry. A one-eyed Cyclops halted long In tattered cloak of army pattern; And Galatea joined the throng, — A blowsy, apple-vending slattern; While old Silenus staggered out From some new-fangled lunch-house handy, And bade the piper, with a shout. To strike up Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Pàgina 111 - Leave the many and hold the few. Timely wise accept the terms, Soften the fall with wary foot; A little while Still plan and smile, And, fault of novel germs, Mature the unfallen fruit.
Pàgina 596 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field; in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Pàgina 118 - JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations,— Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont To throng for trade and last quotations,— Where, 4 hour by hour, the rates of gold Outrival, in the ears of people, The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled From Trinity's undaunted steeple...
Pàgina 261 - Far in the deep, where darkness dwells. The land of horror and despair, — Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there...
Pàgina 111 - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
Pàgina 152 - With orient pearl, with ruby red, With marble white, with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Nature herself her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine!