American Illustrated Magazine, Volumen25Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1888 |
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... Told by a City Rector ... 730 Pious Fraud , A. By Mrs. Jane G. Austin ..... 561 Story that isn't a Story , A .. 539 Poetry : Sugar , A Lump of . By David Houston .... 379 After Sunset .. 687 Summer Saunterings in Spanish San Sebastian ...
... Told by a City Rector ... 730 Pious Fraud , A. By Mrs. Jane G. Austin ..... 561 Story that isn't a Story , A .. 539 Poetry : Sugar , A Lump of . By David Houston .... 379 After Sunset .. 687 Summer Saunterings in Spanish San Sebastian ...
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... told how his money was made . People spoke of him vaguely as a financier " or a speculator . " They had a conviction that he was some sort of a broker , " and that some- where he transacted a vast amount of " some sort of business ...
... told how his money was made . People spoke of him vaguely as a financier " or a speculator . " They had a conviction that he was some sort of a broker , " and that some- where he transacted a vast amount of " some sort of business ...
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... told him over a year ago . You are surprised because I know of that story , but I overheard it . You told him that Ger- aldine and I would be married when she had worn mourning for her father for a year . The year expired some time ago ...
... told him over a year ago . You are surprised because I know of that story , but I overheard it . You told him that Ger- aldine and I would be married when she had worn mourning for her father for a year . The year expired some time ago ...
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... told him of the telegram . Then he asked why she had not told Sewell Ward to deliver her warning , and her answer brought him a gleam of hope . " I would not trust him , " she said . Then he told her all that had happened . " John Allen ...
... told him of the telegram . Then he asked why she had not told Sewell Ward to deliver her warning , and her answer brought him a gleam of hope . " I would not trust him , " she said . Then he told her all that had happened . " John Allen ...
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... told by one who witnessed Barry's last performance , " in Barry's whole person such a noble air of command , such elegance of his action , such regularity and express iveness of his features , in his voice such melody , strength and ...
... told by one who witnessed Barry's last performance , " in Barry's whole person such a noble air of command , such elegance of his action , such regularity and express iveness of his features , in his voice such melody , strength and ...
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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.