American Illustrated Magazine, Volume 33Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1892 |
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... Trees Planted by Alexander Hamilton ... Opening a New Street ; The Isabella Home ..... Convent of the Sacred Heart ; Looking up Am- 103 104 On , and On , and On ! .. 640 Captain Longbeau's Earthquake Experiences .... 765 Hut on the ...
... Trees Planted by Alexander Hamilton ... Opening a New Street ; The Isabella Home ..... Convent of the Sacred Heart ; Looking up Am- 103 104 On , and On , and On ! .. 640 Captain Longbeau's Earthquake Experiences .... 765 Hut on the ...
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... trees surrounded by a canal , and the domes of Santa Giustina , most an- cient of churches , rising picturesque at one side . The churches , bridges and old arcaded streets de- serve a more leisurely survey . And as one de- bouches from ...
... trees surrounded by a canal , and the domes of Santa Giustina , most an- cient of churches , rising picturesque at one side . The churches , bridges and old arcaded streets de- serve a more leisurely survey . And as one de- bouches from ...
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... tree . Toward it , as the sun is sinking behind the distant hills , approach two riders from opposite directions . Simultaneously they reach the tree and dismount . One , a stalwart young man , bronzed and hard - handed , wearing a wide ...
... tree . Toward it , as the sun is sinking behind the distant hills , approach two riders from opposite directions . Simultaneously they reach the tree and dismount . One , a stalwart young man , bronzed and hard - handed , wearing a wide ...
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... of it , I don't believe I'll bottom . My six - shooter lies under the tree with ton fits that shell . Flight would about settle my one empty shell , and the bullet that killed Clay- part of it . ' " Hark ! " one of the mob whispers . 34.
... of it , I don't believe I'll bottom . My six - shooter lies under the tree with ton fits that shell . Flight would about settle my one empty shell , and the bullet that killed Clay- part of it . ' " Hark ! " one of the mob whispers . 34.
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... trees . The men who threatened her lover's life were gathering there , but she vowed in her soul she would prevent their murderous work , though she forfeit her life . When she reached the little village of C- she found it nearly ...
... trees . The men who threatened her lover's life were gathering there , but she vowed in her soul she would prevent their murderous work , though she forfeit her life . When she reached the little village of C- she found it nearly ...
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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.