Putnam's Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volum 3G.P. Putnam & Son, 1869 |
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Side 16
... hearts Are breaking as we lay away the loved , Whom we shall see no more , in their last rest , Their little cells ... heart Relents , and we rejoice with you again , And glory in your beauty ; till once more We look with pleasure on ...
... hearts Are breaking as we lay away the loved , Whom we shall see no more , in their last rest , Their little cells ... heart Relents , and we rejoice with you again , And glory in your beauty ; till once more We look with pleasure on ...
Side 18
... heart with the semblance of life . Solitude and desolation reign su- preme , and chill the spirit of the lonely traveller with their all - pervading influ- ence . When the November sun sinks at last below the horizon , and the long ...
... heart with the semblance of life . Solitude and desolation reign su- preme , and chill the spirit of the lonely traveller with their all - pervading influ- ence . When the November sun sinks at last below the horizon , and the long ...
Side 43
... heart . His flesh crept ; a shudder passed through his frame ; and he rose sud- denly , as if lifted by the hair of his head , which indeed almost stood up in mystic horror . Was this , then , really the voice of his dead wife speaking ...
... heart . His flesh crept ; a shudder passed through his frame ; and he rose sud- denly , as if lifted by the hair of his head , which indeed almost stood up in mystic horror . Was this , then , really the voice of his dead wife speaking ...
Side 66
... heart , and it was no light stage - salute , but a long and pas- sionate kiss , that I pressed upon her lips , while , in hoarse , broken accents , I murmured , " I love you ! " The remainder of the opera passed off like a dream . I do ...
... heart , and it was no light stage - salute , but a long and pas- sionate kiss , that I pressed upon her lips , while , in hoarse , broken accents , I murmured , " I love you ! " The remainder of the opera passed off like a dream . I do ...
Side 69
... heart there . The Winter passed away , the warmth and brightness of an Italian Spring re- turned to gladden the earth ; but the health of the Countess did not improve with the change of season , as she had hoped and expected . Her ...
... heart there . The Winter passed away , the warmth and brightness of an Italian Spring re- turned to gladden the earth ; but the health of the Countess did not improve with the change of season , as she had hoped and expected . Her ...
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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.