The New England Magazine, Volume 34; Volume 40New England Magazine Company, 1906 |
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... face , red hair , blue eyes and freckles is no the barbarian , but it at least had the elements of strength and cour- age . None of his successors seems to have possessed those elementary requirements . It took a strong hand to rule ...
... face , red hair , blue eyes and freckles is no the barbarian , but it at least had the elements of strength and cour- age . None of his successors seems to have possessed those elementary requirements . It took a strong hand to rule ...
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... face he was quickly assured that here at least was no deception . The usual ebon black had turned to an ashen gray and the eyes were closed as if in death . Clearly the man was unconscious , while his legs , bare for some inches above ...
... face he was quickly assured that here at least was no deception . The usual ebon black had turned to an ashen gray and the eyes were closed as if in death . Clearly the man was unconscious , while his legs , bare for some inches above ...
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... face . Was her mother thinking of her , too , and longing for the noontime ? Two tears rose slowly to her eyes , but ... faces of poets looking down from the walls , nor , even in fancy , famous Ilium . It was only a low , brown house ...
... face . Was her mother thinking of her , too , and longing for the noontime ? Two tears rose slowly to her eyes , but ... faces of poets looking down from the walls , nor , even in fancy , famous Ilium . It was only a low , brown house ...
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... face look out of your win- dow at bedtime to see Cassiopeia rising over the crab apple trees ? " " Try the lines again , " again , " the teacher's voice broke in upon her dream . She saw the school room and her book ; and blushing , yet ...
... face look out of your win- dow at bedtime to see Cassiopeia rising over the crab apple trees ? " " Try the lines again , " again , " the teacher's voice broke in upon her dream . She saw the school room and her book ; and blushing , yet ...
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... face from which the life has departed . There was no place of rest upstairs ; she went down again and into the kitchen . There was little change there ; it was warm and tidy and the maid was out . How homelike it was ! She sank down ...
... face from which the life has departed . There was no place of rest upstairs ; she went down again and into the kitchen . There was little change there ; it was warm and tidy and the maid was out . How homelike it was ! She sank down ...
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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...