American Illustrated Magazine, Volume 33Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... beautiful for situation it is admirably adapted alike for a trade emporium and for the seat of imperial power . Standing on the confines of Europe and Asia , on the west or European side of the Bosphorus , on an undulating slope , its ...
... beautiful for situation it is admirably adapted alike for a trade emporium and for the seat of imperial power . Standing on the confines of Europe and Asia , on the west or European side of the Bosphorus , on an undulating slope , its ...
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... beautiful ob- jects , that a whole letter were little to devote thereto . Its two cloisters are charming spots , where many tombs and tablets have been amassed and whence the domes , turrets and tall hexagonal tower rising from the ...
... beautiful ob- jects , that a whole letter were little to devote thereto . Its two cloisters are charming spots , where many tombs and tablets have been amassed and whence the domes , turrets and tall hexagonal tower rising from the ...
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... beautiful girl , with that unmistakable air of refinement and gentle breeding found only among the wealthy . At first glance she seemed strangely at variance with her companion , but when he speaks , voice and manner proclaim his birth ...
... beautiful girl , with that unmistakable air of refinement and gentle breeding found only among the wealthy . At first glance she seemed strangely at variance with her companion , but when he speaks , voice and manner proclaim his birth ...
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... perfectly cloudless sky . There was to be a moonlight night , and the town seemed to be in a commotion because the washerwomen were to have their annual picnic that evening in a beautiful grove near by on the. DOWN THE RHONE. ...
... perfectly cloudless sky . There was to be a moonlight night , and the town seemed to be in a commotion because the washerwomen were to have their annual picnic that evening in a beautiful grove near by on the. DOWN THE RHONE. ...
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that evening in a beautiful grove near by on the VI . , to grant a dispensation for a divorce to King banks of the little River Gére . Going into the inner room , she returned with a. In the afternoon , hearing the sound of a fife and ...
that evening in a beautiful grove near by on the VI . , to grant a dispensation for a divorce to King banks of the little River Gére . Going into the inner room , she returned with a. In the afternoon , hearing the sound of a fife and ...
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Page 9 - This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The. words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! a light! a light! a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a...
Page 206 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Page 9 - Sail on! sail on! and on!' " "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly, wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?
Page 570 - I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...
Page 483 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul — see where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 570 - I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to teach and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...
Page 495 - And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye: But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride. Love that had robbed us so, thus blessed our dearth! The pilgrims of the year waxed very loud...
Page 9 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said, "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 9 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Page 495 - We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye : But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride.