The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, Volume 3P. D. Orvis, 1854 |
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... hour to dinner , and a group of persons , evidently waiting for the announce- ment of the meal , were standing in the recess of a window in a small ante - chamber of the banqueting- hall at the Louvre , engaged in carnest conversation ...
... hour to dinner , and a group of persons , evidently waiting for the announce- ment of the meal , were standing in the recess of a window in a small ante - chamber of the banqueting- hall at the Louvre , engaged in carnest conversation ...
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... hour for dressing is come . Go ! " " How can I ? " asked the Abbot , softly . " You must , " replied Diana . And the Abbot , once more pressing to his lips the small hand , disappeared through a door which the rich tapestry concealed ...
... hour for dressing is come . Go ! " " How can I ? " asked the Abbot , softly . " You must , " replied Diana . And the Abbot , once more pressing to his lips the small hand , disappeared through a door which the rich tapestry concealed ...
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... hours she was again ready for work . We brought away a fleet from Alexandria , were attacked going down the river by batteries , built close to what had been the residence of the great Washing- ton , and I was again wounded in that ...
... hours she was again ready for work . We brought away a fleet from Alexandria , were attacked going down the river by batteries , built close to what had been the residence of the great Washing- ton , and I was again wounded in that ...
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... hours in delighted contemplation of an English field of furze in full bloom , and the plant is generally seen in Swedish ... hour or two past noon when they arrived at the ridge which divides the valley of the Torjedahl from that of the ...
... hours in delighted contemplation of an English field of furze in full bloom , and the plant is generally seen in Swedish ... hour or two past noon when they arrived at the ridge which divides the valley of the Torjedahl from that of the ...
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... hour . Speak no word of this or of the letter till the time promised . Be silent . Farewell ! " " Fear nothing , Fräulein Alice , " said my friend , taking my hand gently in his own- " Heavens ! you are ill ! " “ I am cold , nothing ...
... hour . Speak no word of this or of the letter till the time promised . Be silent . Farewell ! " " Fear nothing , Fräulein Alice , " said my friend , taking my hand gently in his own- " Heavens ! you are ill ! " “ I am cold , nothing ...
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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.