Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Volum 19Werner's Magazine Company, 1897 |
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... give them impassioned speeches to declaim while thus fettered . " Rachel's greatest effects , " he would say , were obtained while she clutched the folds of the tunic over her breast with one hand , and let the other hand hang by her ...
... give them impassioned speeches to declaim while thus fettered . " Rachel's greatest effects , " he would say , were obtained while she clutched the folds of the tunic over her breast with one hand , and let the other hand hang by her ...
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... give the Athenians something to talk about . Now , I am very much afraid that my speech will not fully bear out the premises that have been made for it , as it will be a very short tale , but I hope it will serve its purpose in giving ...
... give the Athenians something to talk about . Now , I am very much afraid that my speech will not fully bear out the premises that have been made for it , as it will be a very short tale , but I hope it will serve its purpose in giving ...
Side 32
... give you no opportu- nity for a single word until he got through , and then he would suddenly say : " It is nine o'clock ; I must go home ; " and leave without the slightest consciousness of his rude- ness . Overtalking is the commonest ...
... give you no opportu- nity for a single word until he got through , and then he would suddenly say : " It is nine o'clock ; I must go home ; " and leave without the slightest consciousness of his rude- ness . Overtalking is the commonest ...
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... give him something for the heathen . 33 On the way to church , Johnny said , " It isn't the least use to send five centses to the heathen . They'd rather have a bright but- ton than a gold dollar , and of course they wouldn't care about ...
... give him something for the heathen . 33 On the way to church , Johnny said , " It isn't the least use to send five centses to the heathen . They'd rather have a bright but- ton than a gold dollar , and of course they wouldn't care about ...
Side 47
... Give it to him , Sparty , old boy ! ' Well , whinever Barnum or Forepaugh would come into Rome to give a circus , the king would buy all the lions they had . Some o ' him were moth - eaten , but , what odds , so long as they could roar ...
... Give it to him , Sparty , old boy ! ' Well , whinever Barnum or Forepaugh would come into Rome to give a circus , the king would buy all the lions they had . Some o ' him were moth - eaten , but , what odds , so long as they could roar ...
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Side 399 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Side 397 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Side 537 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks, — They have a king who buys and sells. In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Side 398 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Side 319 - O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 398 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Side 206 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Side 537 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Side 566 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon.
Side 397 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...