Putnam's Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volum 3G.P. Putnam & Son, 1869 |
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... death ; life than. NDERING FEW portions of the globe , and few races of men , in this age of adventurous travel and restless inquiry , are less known to science , to literature , and to the civilized world generally , than the vast ...
... death ; life than. NDERING FEW portions of the globe , and few races of men , in this age of adventurous travel and restless inquiry , are less known to science , to literature , and to the civilized world generally , than the vast ...
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... death . I no longer wonder that the Russian navigator , Billings , after several weeks ' travel with the Tchucktchis , fell on his knees and thanked God for the sight of a Russian church - steeple . Two of our own party , who , for the ...
... death . I no longer wonder that the Russian navigator , Billings , after several weeks ' travel with the Tchucktchis , fell on his knees and thanked God for the sight of a Russian church - steeple . Two of our own party , who , for the ...
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... death in an outdoor temperature of 53 ° , my uneasiness proved to be en- tirely groundless , and gradually wore away . With a view to escape from the crowd of Koraks who squatted around us on the earthen floor , and whose watchful ...
... death in an outdoor temperature of 53 ° , my uneasiness proved to be en- tirely groundless , and gradually wore away . With a view to escape from the crowd of Koraks who squatted around us on the earthen floor , and whose watchful ...
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... death , I thought of De Quincey's celebrated essay upon " Murder Considered as one of the Fine Arts , " and of the field which a Korak encampment would afford to his " So- ciety of Connoisseurs in Murder . " One of our comrades , who ...
... death , I thought of De Quincey's celebrated essay upon " Murder Considered as one of the Fine Arts , " and of the field which a Korak encampment would afford to his " So- ciety of Connoisseurs in Murder . " One of our comrades , who ...
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... Death " --he paused , for what seemed the quarter of a minute- " except ye repent , and lay ' hold on Jesus . " This last with the despairing gesture of a drowning man . Then his eyes rolled solemnly over and around the gathering again ...
... Death " --he paused , for what seemed the quarter of a minute- " except ye repent , and lay ' hold on Jesus . " This last with the despairing gesture of a drowning man . Then his eyes rolled solemnly over and around the gathering again ...
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Side 379 - And it came to pass as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him ; and he vanished out of their sight.
Side 496 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 473 - They that go down to the sea in ships, and do business in great waters, These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Side 581 - I allow well ; so that he be such a one that hath the language, and hath been in the country before ; whereby he may be able to tell them what things are worthy to be seen in the country where they...
Side 495 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Side 496 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Side 47 - Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep, When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook ; Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.
Side 470 - The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: Slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Side 110 - Chips from a German Workshop ; being Essays on the science of Religion, and on Mythology, Traditions, and Customs.
Side 470 - His scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal. One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.