American Illustrated Magazine, Volumen25Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1888 |
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... dear boy ! what are you thinking of ? A clergyman of the Church of England swear ! Utterly impossible ! " " Well , uncle , all I can say is , that if you don't , you will scarcely get those bullocks home before Christmas ! ' 31 " Oh , my ...
... dear boy ! what are you thinking of ? A clergyman of the Church of England swear ! Utterly impossible ! " " Well , uncle , all I can say is , that if you don't , you will scarcely get those bullocks home before Christmas ! ' 31 " Oh , my ...
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... dear would see me coming , Some one dear would run to meet , Some one dear would slip , while laughing , Giant boots from off my feet ; For their long , long journey bless them , With his gentle hand caress them , Into silver sandals ...
... dear would see me coming , Some one dear would run to meet , Some one dear would slip , while laughing , Giant boots from off my feet ; For their long , long journey bless them , With his gentle hand caress them , Into silver sandals ...
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... dear to the Cana- dian heart . toboggan slides were developed and constructed , and the , its base resting upon the shores of the broad St. Law- spirited pastime was heartily enjoyed by many a merry party from among the guests of the ...
... dear to the Cana- dian heart . toboggan slides were developed and constructed , and the , its base resting upon the shores of the broad St. Law- spirited pastime was heartily enjoyed by many a merry party from among the guests of the ...
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... dear ! You hate seclusion . Well , then , fit yourself for the society into which you long to enter . " Nothing could have been more unfortunate than these words . Her blue eyes flashed . " Still harping on that subject , Basil ? Did I ...
... dear ! You hate seclusion . Well , then , fit yourself for the society into which you long to enter . " Nothing could have been more unfortunate than these words . Her blue eyes flashed . " Still harping on that subject , Basil ? Did I ...
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... dear child , " she said , in " I see . Life besets you already with stern problems . It is a pity that a girl like you should be forced to earn her own livelihood . Did that good Mrs. Hawkstone provide you with means for an educa- tion ...
... dear child , " she said , in " I see . Life besets you already with stern problems . It is a pity that a girl like you should be forced to earn her own livelihood . Did that good Mrs. Hawkstone provide you with means for an educa- tion ...
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Página 65 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Página 535 - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 535 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Página 177 - A gentleman entered the room bearing a rod, and along with him another who had a table-cloth, which, after they had both kneeled three times with the utmost veneration, he spread upon the table, and, after kneeling again, they both retired. Then came two others, one with the rod again, the other with a salt-cellar, a plate, and bread ; when they had kneeled, as the others had done, and placed what was brought upon the table, they too retired with the same ceremonies performed by the first. A t last...
Página 369 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Página 315 - Let her continue, till death, forgiving all injuries, performing harsh duties, avoiding every sensual pleasure, and cheerfully practising the incomparable rules of virtue, which have been followed by such women as were devoted to one only husband.
Página 510 - This it has been the glory of the great masters in all the arts to confront, and to overcome ; and when they had overcome the first difficulty, to turn it into an instrument for new conquests over new difficulties...
Página 535 - Power that hath made and preserved us a nation ! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!
Página 535 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
Página 511 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.