American Illustrated Magazine, Volumen25Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1888 |
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... Mother . Painted by Ernst Anders .. Repose . From the Painting by G. Courtois .. 304 340 Curran , John Philpot . 8 Darwin , Charles . 692 Recruiting for Savonarola . Painted by F. W. W. Topham . Rhine - side . 84 80 Doyle , Alexander ...
... Mother . Painted by Ernst Anders .. Repose . From the Painting by G. Courtois .. 304 340 Curran , John Philpot . 8 Darwin , Charles . 692 Recruiting for Savonarola . Painted by F. W. W. Topham . Rhine - side . 84 80 Doyle , Alexander ...
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... Mother as Lieutenant in the Foot Guards ... Queen Louise at the Head of her Regiment ; Prince Wil- liam Laying a Wreath on his Mother's Body . Prince William at Bar - sur - Aube ; Prince William Receiv ing the Iron Cross , .. 516 517 ...
... Mother as Lieutenant in the Foot Guards ... Queen Louise at the Head of her Regiment ; Prince Wil- liam Laying a Wreath on his Mother's Body . Prince William at Bar - sur - Aube ; Prince William Receiv ing the Iron Cross , .. 516 517 ...
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... mother spread Each dainty garment out In readiness , for in her heart , Thank God , there was no doubt . She hung the Christmas stockings up , And filled them full of toys ; Starting with sweet , expectant look At every little noise ...
... mother spread Each dainty garment out In readiness , for in her heart , Thank God , there was no doubt . She hung the Christmas stockings up , And filled them full of toys ; Starting with sweet , expectant look At every little noise ...
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... mother on her deathbed ; but suppose ment reward . Margot herself dies suddenly ? In that case she cannot " Your trade is a dangerous one , my man , " he said , impart it to me , and then , there I am . " more calmly . Have a care for ...
... mother on her deathbed ; but suppose ment reward . Margot herself dies suddenly ? In that case she cannot " Your trade is a dangerous one , my man , " he said , impart it to me , and then , there I am . " more calmly . Have a care for ...
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... mother of your child . It is rather late to consign me to tutors , is it not ? Your teaching was quite enough for me , I think . In fact , Basil " -stamping her small foot vio- lently " I decline to be educated to suit your friends , I ...
... mother of your child . It is rather late to consign me to tutors , is it not ? Your teaching was quite enough for me , I think . In fact , Basil " -stamping her small foot vio- lently " I decline to be educated to suit your friends , I ...
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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.