The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, Volume 3P. D. Orvis, 1854 |
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... lady , and the victory is secure ; but if the noble and the mighty ones bend the neck to the heretics ' yoke , lands and possessions , castles and their goods , will fall into their grasp , and your own , lady ! " During the conference ...
... lady , and the victory is secure ; but if the noble and the mighty ones bend the neck to the heretics ' yoke , lands and possessions , castles and their goods , will fall into their grasp , and your own , lady ! " During the conference ...
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... lady is a born lady , a high lady . You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me , that she hasn't been very high up the trec - ah , up at the top of the tree ! Now , if you have got anything to say that can't be said before ...
... lady is a born lady , a high lady . You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me , that she hasn't been very high up the trec - ah , up at the top of the tree ! Now , if you have got anything to say that can't be said before ...
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... lady asks . Was it an " There's a sanctity in this relation of life , " said I were one - and - twenty mysen ' ; that way . " Not c'en so . she were twenty nighbout . " 66 ' Indeed , sir ? " said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief , with great ...
... lady asks . Was it an " There's a sanctity in this relation of life , " said I were one - and - twenty mysen ' ; that way . " Not c'en so . she were twenty nighbout . " 66 ' Indeed , sir ? " said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief , with great ...
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... ladies and their not well ? " 66 ' Quite well , father . " " And cheerful ? " She looked at him again , and smiled in ... lady appeared at the door of the hotel , surrounded by a crowd of attentive escorts . She wore a rich velvet cloak ...
... ladies and their not well ? " 66 ' Quite well , father . " " And cheerful ? " She looked at him again , and smiled in ... lady appeared at the door of the hotel , surrounded by a crowd of attentive escorts . She wore a rich velvet cloak ...
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... lady ran lightly forward , and sprang in - an dence intended for another , began to feel that he when the young lady suddenly drew back and re- exclamation escaped her lips . must at all hazards put an end to the lady's error.proached ...
... lady ran lightly forward , and sprang in - an dence intended for another , began to feel that he when the young lady suddenly drew back and re- exclamation escaped her lips . must at all hazards put an end to the lady's error.proached ...
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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.