Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Bind 42Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1871 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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Side 49
... hope . " On the 7th of July he wrote again to Wil- helmina . The letter reveals the anxiety of his heart , and his earnest desire to escape , if possi- ble , from his embarrassments . Wilhelmina had written , offering her services to ...
... hope . " On the 7th of July he wrote again to Wil- helmina . The letter reveals the anxiety of his heart , and his earnest desire to escape , if possi- ble , from his embarrassments . Wilhelmina had written , offering her services to ...
Side 50
... Hope- less of victory , he seems to have sought only death . " MY DEAR BROTHER , -Your bad conduct has greatly injured my affairs . It is not the enemy , but your ill - concerted measures , which have done me this harm . My generals ...
... Hope- less of victory , he seems to have sought only death . " MY DEAR BROTHER , -Your bad conduct has greatly injured my affairs . It is not the enemy , but your ill - concerted measures , which have done me this harm . My generals ...
Side 52
... hope fail me , you will allow that it would be too hard to crawl at the feet of a company of traitors to whom successful crimes have given the advantage to prescribe the law to me . If I had followed my own inclinations I should have ...
... hope fail me , you will allow that it would be too hard to crawl at the feet of a company of traitors to whom successful crimes have given the advantage to prescribe the law to me . If I had followed my own inclinations I should have ...
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... hope you will accept mine , even now . " She bends her head — perhaps a little haught- ily . " You don't know my husband , I think ? I'd better make you acquainted . " For just then Lord Atherstone rides up and accosts Mrs. Malcolm ...
... hope you will accept mine , even now . " She bends her head — perhaps a little haught- ily . " You don't know my husband , I think ? I'd better make you acquainted . " For just then Lord Atherstone rides up and accosts Mrs. Malcolm ...
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... hope to gather this plant , which belonged to him of right . " The superstitious value placed on it by the Swiss is for wreaths , which are made on Ascension - day , and said to have power under certain conditions to render the wearer ...
... hope to gather this plant , which belonged to him of right . " The superstitious value placed on it by the Swiss is for wreaths , which are made on Ascension - day , and said to have power under certain conditions to render the wearer ...
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Side 298 - Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair : and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.
Side 112 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Side 296 - O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 138 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Side 197 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion ! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death...
Side 471 - I regret to say that no conclusion has been reached for the adjustment of the claims against Great Britain growing out of the course adopted by that Government during the rebellion. The cabinet of London, so far as its views have been expressed, does not appear to be willing to concede that Her Majesty's Government was guilty of any negligence, or did or permitted any act during the war by which the United States has just cause of complaint. Our firm and unalterable convictions are directly the reverse.
Side 191 - if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. O God ! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust.
Side 296 - O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Side 476 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Side 157 - So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor ; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.