Graham's Magazine, Volumes 32-33G. R. Graham, 1848 |
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... child might be the child of shame . On his armor flashed the torch - light , over helmet , cuirass , shield , With its lion d ' or couchant upon a stainless argent field . Over rode he , frowning fiercely , throwing from him ruddy light ...
... child might be the child of shame . On his armor flashed the torch - light , over helmet , cuirass , shield , With its lion d ' or couchant upon a stainless argent field . Over rode he , frowning fiercely , throwing from him ruddy light ...
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... children who were at home , by throwing them from the destroy his only remaining child , an infant nursed at a farm - house at some distance , he was intercepted by a storm of thunder and lightning . This awakened in his breas ...
... children who were at home , by throwing them from the destroy his only remaining child , an infant nursed at a farm - house at some distance , he was intercepted by a storm of thunder and lightning . This awakened in his breas ...
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... child is almost run over in the street ; people jostle rudely ; the bell tolls ; the town - crier seems to scream at every corner where you turn ; the lady you par ticularly admire is talking with vast animation to — , and does not even ...
... child is almost run over in the street ; people jostle rudely ; the bell tolls ; the town - crier seems to scream at every corner where you turn ; the lady you par ticularly admire is talking with vast animation to — , and does not even ...
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... child to England . To the surprise of the wondering world , Lady- went to her father's , and Lord to the small estate of his widowed mother , where they remained for a while in unexplained seclusion . It was not long before ru- mors ...
... child to England . To the surprise of the wondering world , Lady- went to her father's , and Lord to the small estate of his widowed mother , where they remained for a while in unexplained seclusion . It was not long before ru- mors ...
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... children , committing her and them to the care of John , Lord Wenlock , to whom he had granted all her husband's manors ... child and heir , called Mary , succeeded ham , who perished by the hand of the assassin , Felton . to the estate ...
... children , committing her and them to the care of John , Lord Wenlock , to whom he had granted all her husband's manors ... child and heir , called Mary , succeeded ham , who perished by the hand of the assassin , Felton . to the estate ...
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Page 76 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 202 - WE sat within the farmhouse old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, — The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, — The lighthouse, — the dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight, Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought...
Page 91 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Page 202 - The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Page 76 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
Page 24 - If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own — the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple — a few plain words — "My Heart Laid Bare.
Page 63 - THE bard has sung, God never formed a soul Without its own peculiar mate, to meet Its wandering half, when ripe to crown the whole Bright plan of bliss, most heavenly, most complete!
Page 24 - To write, I say. There are ten thousand men who, if the book were once written, would laugh at the notion of being disturbed by its publication during their life, and who could not even conceive why they should object to its being published after their death. But to write it — there is the rub. No man dare write it. No man ever will dare write it. No man could write it, even if he dared. The paper would shrivel and blaze at every touch of the fiery pen.
Page 340 - Who can place them beside that glory, " which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, and of which it hath not entered into the heart of man to conceive...
Page 184 - As soon as the young were fully grown, and before they left the nests, numerous parties of the inhabitants, from all parts of the adjacent country, came with wagons, axes, beds, cooking utensils, many of them accompanied by the greater part of their families, and encamped for several days at this immense nursery.