The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, Volume 3P. D. Orvis, 1854 |
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... carry your Gloves in your Hat , Colouring a Meerschaum , 56 58 106 106 A Young Disciple of Isaac Walton , 122 Style of Collars , A. D. 1900 , 123 General Espartero , Drilling , 138 Marshal O'Donnel , Flattering , 136 Mr. Davenport , Old ...
... carry your Gloves in your Hat , Colouring a Meerschaum , 56 58 106 106 A Young Disciple of Isaac Walton , 122 Style of Collars , A. D. 1900 , 123 General Espartero , Drilling , 138 Marshal O'Donnel , Flattering , 136 Mr. Davenport , Old ...
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... carried it to his lips . inevitably repress the free expression of opinion , and that noble exercise of private judgment which it had been their glory to uphold . " I must not reply to that question , " he said . " But for his power ...
... carried it to his lips . inevitably repress the free expression of opinion , and that noble exercise of private judgment which it had been their glory to uphold . " I must not reply to that question , " he said . " But for his power ...
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... carried his love of this science to such an extent that he was in some danger of forgetting that know- ledge which he had so recently acquired , and of wasting his life in the useless pursuit of a visionary research . A circumstance ...
... carried his love of this science to such an extent that he was in some danger of forgetting that know- ledge which he had so recently acquired , and of wasting his life in the useless pursuit of a visionary research . A circumstance ...
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... carry him to his old home in Dauphiny , where the child might pass for his own ; and that , in remaining , he ran the risk , not only of his own , but of the boy's life . Viole knew he would be safe with Rabaud , but then came the ...
... carry him to his old home in Dauphiny , where the child might pass for his own ; and that , in remaining , he ran the risk , not only of his own , but of the boy's life . Viole knew he would be safe with Rabaud , but then came the ...
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... carried unfolded on her arm ; the heavy gloves , to which her hands were unused ; all bespoke an old woman from the country , in her plain holiday clothes , come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence . Remarking this at a ...
... carried unfolded on her arm ; the heavy gloves , to which her hands were unused ; all bespoke an old woman from the country , in her plain holiday clothes , come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence . Remarking this at a ...
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Page 108 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 108 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 64 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 23 - I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said, ' Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her !" There have been plenty to do that.
Page 121 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout...
Page 107 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 118 - There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon.
Page 107 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 107 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
Page 56 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.