Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 13Macmillan and Company, 1866 |
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... eyes deep - set , forehead high ; a humorous smile often playing about the mouth , a sadness hanging about the eyes . Altogether , I take it , the noblest specimen the world has yet seen of what will , I trust , be characteristic of the ...
... eyes deep - set , forehead high ; a humorous smile often playing about the mouth , a sadness hanging about the eyes . Altogether , I take it , the noblest specimen the world has yet seen of what will , I trust , be characteristic of the ...
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... eyes , and said : " Have I slain him ? It was the shot , not he , that sent me down . Lives he ? See- thou , Friedel - thou . Make him yield . " Transferring Ebbo to the arms of Schleiermacher , Friedel obeyed , and stepped towards the ...
... eyes , and said : " Have I slain him ? It was the shot , not he , that sent me down . Lives he ? See- thou , Friedel - thou . Make him yield . " Transferring Ebbo to the arms of Schleiermacher , Friedel obeyed , and stepped towards the ...
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... the first look of recovery . And , after Ebbo's eyes had reopened , they watched one another in silence for a short space , till Ebbo said : " Is that the hue of death on thy face c 2 The Dove in the Eagle's Nest . 19.
... the first look of recovery . And , after Ebbo's eyes had reopened , they watched one another in silence for a short space , till Ebbo said : " Is that the hue of death on thy face c 2 The Dove in the Eagle's Nest . 19.
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... eyes . " Yes , Ebbo , and as he would best brook honour . Let us seek for ever to end the rival claims to yon piece of meadow by praying this knight of a religious order , the new Count , to unite with us in building there — or as near ...
... eyes . " Yes , Ebbo , and as he would best brook honour . Let us seek for ever to end the rival claims to yon piece of meadow by praying this knight of a religious order , the new Count , to unite with us in building there — or as near ...
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... eyes on the perfect make of that arblast ! He has a lordly tread , and a stately presence , and , though he has a free tongue , and made friends with us as he dried his garments , he asked after my lord like his equal . " " O , mother ...
... eyes on the perfect make of that arblast ! He has a lordly tread , and a stately presence , and , though he has a free tongue , and made friends with us as he dried his garments , he asked after my lord like his equal . " " O , mother ...
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Page 208 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Page 201 - O Beautiful ! my Country ! ours once more ! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare ? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee ; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever...
Page 452 - Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with...
Page 452 - Ah, vain ! These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles pale with mist engarlanded, That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him ; To a boon southern country he is fled, And now in happier air, Wandering with the great Mother's train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine...
Page 166 - This greatest of civil wars was not gradually developed by popular commotion, tumultuous assemblies, or local unorganized insurrections. However long may have been its previous conception, it nevertheless sprung forth suddenly from the parent brain, a Minerva in the full panoply of war. The President was bound to meet it in the shape it presented itself, without waiting for Congress to baptize it with a name ; and no name given to it by him or them could change the fact.
Page 450 - He hearkens not ! light comer, he is flown ! What matters it? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling fern, And blue-bells trembling by the forest-ways, And scent of hay new-mown.
Page 450 - It irk'd him to be here, he could not rest. He loved each simple joy the country yields, He loved his mates; but yet he could not keep, For that a shadow lour'd on the fields, Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep.
Page 237 - If ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?
Page 450 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here, But once I knew each field, each flower, each stick; And with the country-folk acquaintance made By barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick.
Page 453 - Sings his Sicilian fold, His sheep, his hapless love, his blinded eyes — And how a call celestial round him rang, And heavenward from the fountain-brink he sprang, And all the marvel of the golden skies.