The New England Magazine, Volume 34; Volume 40New England Magazine Company, 1906 |
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... society even though he were not allowed to talk . To be shut up in this impenetrable dark- ness with no one near him and nothing to occupy his hands or mind was unendurable . The first moments , perhaps hours , of his incarceration were ...
... society even though he were not allowed to talk . To be shut up in this impenetrable dark- ness with no one near him and nothing to occupy his hands or mind was unendurable . The first moments , perhaps hours , of his incarceration were ...
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... society and the savor of his name clung to the prison long after his final departure . Not even the whipping post could long repress Dublin's blarney . And when some escapade worse than common had doomed him to the treadmill he would ...
... society and the savor of his name clung to the prison long after his final departure . Not even the whipping post could long repress Dublin's blarney . And when some escapade worse than common had doomed him to the treadmill he would ...
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... Society . Since that auspicious opening the growth has been moderate and thoroughly normal . An art museum is not to be created out of hand , especially if its resources are com- paratively limited at the outset . The Worcester museum ...
... Society . Since that auspicious opening the growth has been moderate and thoroughly normal . An art museum is not to be created out of hand , especially if its resources are com- paratively limited at the outset . The Worcester museum ...
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... Society Museum in the grounds of St. Mary's Abbey , York , and are said to be well worth an antiquary's journey from Lon- don . But the story of tapestries , though akin , is different from the story of the rug , the latter becoming the ...
... Society Museum in the grounds of St. Mary's Abbey , York , and are said to be well worth an antiquary's journey from Lon- don . But the story of tapestries , though akin , is different from the story of the rug , the latter becoming the ...
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... Society . It now adorns their rooms in the State House at Montpelier , one of their most prized historical relics . The work that this humble hand machine did for the enlighten- ment of the colonies cannot be overestimated , and its ...
... Society . It now adorns their rooms in the State House at Montpelier , one of their most prized historical relics . The work that this humble hand machine did for the enlighten- ment of the colonies cannot be overestimated , and its ...
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Page 175 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 97 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 171 - ... were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot, as it planted itself on the ground, was firm but flexible, and whose motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace — agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious,...
Page 277 - When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me...
Page 595 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 595 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 171 - She was a brown beauty: that is, her eyes, hair, and eyebrows and eyelashes were dark: her hair curling with rich undulations, and waving over her shoulders: but her complexion was as dazzling white as snow in sunshine; except her cheeks, which were a bright red, and her lips, which were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble...
Page 385 - It is therefore ordered, that every township in this jurisdiction, after the Lord hath increased them to the number of fifty householders, shall then forthwith appoint one within their town to teach all such children as shall resort to him to write and read...
Page 595 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 171 - She was a brown beauty; that is, her eyes, hair, and eyebrows and eyelashes were dark, her hair curling with rich undulations and waving over her shoulders; but her complexion was as dazzling white as snow in sunshine, except her cheeks which were a bright red, and her lips which were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full ; and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest...