Scribners Monthly, Volumen17Scribner & Company, 1879 |
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... feeling about the last is that it would have been better if it had been cast in a regular stanza , instead of its present form , which strikes me as being a whimsical one , and that it is not improved by the introduction , at the close ...
... feeling about the last is that it would have been better if it had been cast in a regular stanza , instead of its present form , which strikes me as being a whimsical one , and that it is not improved by the introduction , at the close ...
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... feeling all the while a timid happiness under his caress- ing touch . To him she was , with her short dress , her long yellow braids and the baby - like round- ness of her features , only a sweet child and his own pupil , who had sought ...
... feeling all the while a timid happiness under his caress- ing touch . To him she was , with her short dress , her long yellow braids and the baby - like round- ness of her features , only a sweet child and his own pupil , who had sought ...
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... feeling themselves no longer as strangers but as heirs to the soil , will exert their power in the various walks of life , and the sturdy Gothic qualities inherent in our blood will survive in our American descendants and will add ...
... feeling themselves no longer as strangers but as heirs to the soil , will exert their power in the various walks of life , and the sturdy Gothic qualities inherent in our blood will survive in our American descendants and will add ...
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... feeling that there was no bread to be had , no rent paid , until he had coined pen , ink and paper into drachmas . His income from the outset of his life was $ 1,000 a year - a sum of money which in 1811-20 was equal to $ 3,000 to ...
... feeling that there was no bread to be had , no rent paid , until he had coined pen , ink and paper into drachmas . His income from the outset of his life was $ 1,000 a year - a sum of money which in 1811-20 was equal to $ 3,000 to ...
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... hirelings in the theater when she played . She said : " I am not only irritated by their horrible , little , mechanical noise , but they hide the public from me . I cannot follow the public feeling . Now , it is 72 A MODERN PLAYWRIGHT .
... hirelings in the theater when she played . She said : " I am not only irritated by their horrible , little , mechanical noise , but they hide the public from me . I cannot follow the public feeling . Now , it is 72 A MODERN PLAYWRIGHT .
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Página 7 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts; Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts.
Página 474 - A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings, The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form.
Página 479 - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Página 473 - Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.
Página 7 - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.
Página 7 - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.
Página 467 - They made the woodlands glad or mad. I touch this flower of silken leaf, Which once our childhood knew; Its soft leaves wound me with a grief Whose balsam never grew.
Página 7 - I only hear above his place of rest Their tender undertone, The infinite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own. There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen. And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!
Página 466 - For me, in showers, in sweeping showers, the Spring Visits the valley ; — break away the clouds, — I bathe in the morn's soft and silvered air, And loiter willing by yon loitering stream. Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird, Blue-coated, — flying before from tree to tree, Courageous sing a delicate overture To lead the tardy concert of the year.
Página 7 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.