The Atlantic Monthly, Volum 19Atlantic Monthly Company, 1867 |
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Pàgina 4
... woman , who had known the girl when she was a little bright - eyed child , handed over " the baby " she was hold- ing to another attendant , and got on her things to go straight up to The Poplars . She had been holding " the baby ...
... woman , who had known the girl when she was a little bright - eyed child , handed over " the baby " she was hold- ing to another attendant , and got on her things to go straight up to The Poplars . She had been holding " the baby ...
Pàgina 11
... woman , which ac- counted for the fact that his son Da- vid , King David , " as he was called in his time , had a very different set of tastes from his father , showing a turn for literature and sentiment in his youth , reading Young's ...
... woman , which ac- counted for the fact that his son Da- vid , King David , " as he was called in his time , had a very different set of tastes from his father , showing a turn for literature and sentiment in his youth , reading Young's ...
Pàgina 12
... woman well known in the place as the first friend whose acquaintance many of the little people of the town had made in this vale of tears . Forty years of practice had taught Nurse Byloe the art of handling the young of her species with ...
... woman well known in the place as the first friend whose acquaintance many of the little people of the town had made in this vale of tears . Forty years of practice had taught Nurse Byloe the art of handling the young of her species with ...
Pàgina 13
... The next morning the worthy woman thought that hunger and reflection would have subdued the rebellious spirit . So there stood yester- day's untouched supper waiting for her breakfast . She would 1867. ] 13 The Guardian Angel .
... The next morning the worthy woman thought that hunger and reflection would have subdued the rebellious spirit . So there stood yester- day's untouched supper waiting for her breakfast . She would 1867. ] 13 The Guardian Angel .
Pàgina 55
... woman of forty ; her dress , of the plainest color , was yet of the richest texture ; and her round , gentle , almost timid face looked forth like a girl's from the shadow of her scoop bonnet . While she was greet- ing Abraham Bradbury ...
... woman of forty ; her dress , of the plainest color , was yet of the richest texture ; and her round , gentle , almost timid face looked forth like a girl's from the shadow of her scoop bonnet . While she was greet- ing Abraham Bradbury ...
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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!