Ballou's Monthly Magazine, Bind 33–34Thomes & Talbot, 1871 |
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... voice , limited himself to spoiling Louis , and amus- young , sweet and pure - toned . A quick step crossed the floor and the bolt culty dissuaded from embracing a religious When Mrs. Hamilton was more composed , his heart -. not , I ...
... voice , limited himself to spoiling Louis , and amus- young , sweet and pure - toned . A quick step crossed the floor and the bolt culty dissuaded from embracing a religious When Mrs. Hamilton was more composed , his heart -. not , I ...
Side 32
... voice that answered : " How can you have so little confidence in me , Lulu ! What reason have I given you to doubt me ? " O , the melting tones ! The next instant Hester was standing haughtily erect , and as the two turned the corner of ...
... voice that answered : " How can you have so little confidence in me , Lulu ! What reason have I given you to doubt me ? " O , the melting tones ! The next instant Hester was standing haughtily erect , and as the two turned the corner of ...
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... voice. CHAPTER I. Ir was late afternoon of a chill November day . Arrowy beams of slant sunshine shot now and then across the narrow city streets , and a vibrant north wind blew across the park , where even the hardy salvias had shed ...
... voice. CHAPTER I. Ir was late afternoon of a chill November day . Arrowy beams of slant sunshine shot now and then across the narrow city streets , and a vibrant north wind blew across the park , where even the hardy salvias had shed ...
Side 36
... voice instantly . Just then , too , the light from a gas - lit window streamed across his face - Maxwell Fay's face that always beamed upon her like a bene- diction . " O Mr. Fay . I did not think any one could have been so bitterly ...
... voice instantly . Just then , too , the light from a gas - lit window streamed across his face - Maxwell Fay's face that always beamed upon her like a bene- diction . " O Mr. Fay . I did not think any one could have been so bitterly ...
Side 37
... voice : " There , Mr. Fay , how forgetful I have been . I was so interested in listening to you that I quite neglected to get mother her grapes . How very long this day must have seemed to her . I must go back . " But her companion drew ...
... voice : " There , Mr. Fay , how forgetful I have been . I was so interested in listening to you that I quite neglected to get mother her grapes . How very long this day must have seemed to her . I must go back . " But her companion drew ...
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Side 362 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Side 219 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Side 219 - His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ! Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Side 362 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ; For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave...
Side 305 - Doubt not, therefore, sir, but that angling is an art, and an art worth your learning. The question is rather, whether you be capable of learning it ? for angling is somewhat like poetry, — men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice; but he that hopes to be a good angler must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself;...
Side 219 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Side 306 - Taking therein no little delectation, To think how strange, how wonderful they be; Framing thereof an inward contemplation, To set his heart from other fancies free ; And whilst he looks on these with joyful eye. His mind is wrapt above the starry sky.
Side 219 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Side 305 - O sir, doubt not but that angling is an art. Is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly ? a trout that is more sharp-sighted than any hawk you have named, and more watchful and timorous than your high-mettled merlin is bold ! and yet I doubt not to catch a brace or two to-morrow for a friend's breakfast. Doubt not, therefore, sir, but that angling is an art...
Side 363 - BLOW high, blow low, let tempests tear, The main-mast by the board ; My heart, with thoughts of thee, my dear, And love well stored, Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging sea, In hopes on shore To be once more Safe moored with thee ! Aloft while mountains high we go, The whistling winds that scud along, And...