American Illustrated Magazine, Τόμος 22

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Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1886
 

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Σελίδα 438 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Σελίδα 188 - Madder, merrier, chillier still The western wind blew down, and played The wildest tricks with the little maid, As, tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied a young man's heart within.
Σελίδα 458 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Σελίδα 309 - They kneeled in reverent silence as the Host was raised aloft ; and when the rite was over, the priest turned and addressed them : — "You are a grain of mustard-seed, that shall rise and grow till its branches overshadow the earth. You are few,' but your work is the work of God. His smile is on you, and your children shall fill the land.
Σελίδα 315 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Σελίδα 354 - If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace.
Σελίδα 43 - Let us pass, I pray thee, through thy country : we will not pass through the fields, or through the vineyards, neither will we drink of the water of the wells: we will go by the king's high way, we will not turn to the right hand nor to the left, until we have passed thy borders.
Σελίδα 257 - The affirmative was languid but indisputable, another momentary pause ensued, again his lips seemed to decline their office : at length, with an eye averted from the object which he hated, he proclaimed, with a subdued voice,
Σελίδα 363 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Σελίδα 298 - Oh! tell me, is this death? Mother! your hand — " Here — lay it on my wrist, And place the other thus, beneath my head, And say, sweet mother! — say, when I am dead, Shall I be missed?

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