The Southern Monthly Magazine, Band 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... passed , he never knew . But he did reach it , and then read with his own eyes , the fatal words : — " BORN OUT OF LAWFUL WEDLOCK . " It was enough ; he put both hands to his eyes , staggered , and fell flat upon the floor . The people ...
... passed , he never knew . But he did reach it , and then read with his own eyes , the fatal words : — " BORN OUT OF LAWFUL WEDLOCK . " It was enough ; he put both hands to his eyes , staggered , and fell flat upon the floor . The people ...
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... passed by its intended mark , merely knocking off his hat , and falling harmless into the water at some distance off . Quicker than thought , after his miraculous escape from the fate so nearly his , the sea- man sprang upon the ...
... passed by its intended mark , merely knocking off his hat , and falling harmless into the water at some distance off . Quicker than thought , after his miraculous escape from the fate so nearly his , the sea- man sprang upon the ...
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... passed on with the same confident familiar step as before . It was the lowest quarter of the town . Rays of light ... passing At last he slackened his pace , the privateer's Captain pass quickly on , glance to the horrible scenes around ...
... passed on with the same confident familiar step as before . It was the lowest quarter of the town . Rays of light ... passing At last he slackened his pace , the privateer's Captain pass quickly on , glance to the horrible scenes around ...
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... passed through a small door behind the bar into a little room , containing two or three ricketty chairs , and a worm - eaten old table . " Be quick , Mike , for I'm in a devil of a hurry , " he whispered , as he passed . " In a half ...
... passed through a small door behind the bar into a little room , containing two or three ricketty chairs , and a worm - eaten old table . " Be quick , Mike , for I'm in a devil of a hurry , " he whispered , as he passed . " In a half ...
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... passed into the outer apartment ; it was empty , with the exception of the man whom he had placed in charge , and who sat apparently as inanimate as the chair beneath him . " Drank anything , Joe ? " asked Mike , looking hard at him ...
... passed into the outer apartment ; it was empty , with the exception of the man whom he had placed in charge , and who sat apparently as inanimate as the chair beneath him . " Drank anything , Joe ? " asked Mike , looking hard at him ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Seite 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Seite 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Seite 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Seite 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Seite 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Seite 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Seite 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!