Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 13Macmillan and Company, 1866 |
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... hand . Yet at the same time always occupied , at every stage of his mighty task , with putting into legal shape each result attained , or which seems to him within reach ; capable of boldly interpreting the law , but never satisfied ...
... hand . Yet at the same time always occupied , at every stage of his mighty task , with putting into legal shape each result attained , or which seems to him within reach ; capable of boldly interpreting the law , but never satisfied ...
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... hand Ebbo's cream - coloured charger , with his master under him , on the other the large figure of the count ; and several other prostrate forms likewise struggled on the sand and pebbles of the strand , or on the turf . " Ay , " said ...
... hand Ebbo's cream - coloured charger , with his master under him , on the other the large figure of the count ; and several other prostrate forms likewise struggled on the sand and pebbles of the strand , or on the turf . " Ay , " said ...
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... hand was wandering uncertainly among the clasps of the gorget . " Let me aid , " said Friedel , kneeling down , and , in his pity for the dying man omitting the summons to yield , he threw back the helmet , and beheld a grizzled head ...
... hand was wandering uncertainly among the clasps of the gorget . " Let me aid , " said Friedel , kneeling down , and , in his pity for the dying man omitting the summons to yield , he threw back the helmet , and beheld a grizzled head ...
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... hand as he passed the litter , while Ebbo , on his side , signed to him to speed on and prepare their mother . Long , how- ever , before the castle was reached , dizzy confusion and leaden helpless- ness , when no longer stimulated by ...
... hand as he passed the litter , while Ebbo , on his side , signed to him to speed on and prepare their mother . Long , how- ever , before the castle was reached , dizzy confusion and leaden helpless- ness , when no longer stimulated by ...
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... hand . " But alas ! My mother ! Would I had never sent thee to the traitor . " " Ah ! So comes her comfort , " said Friedel . " Heard you not ? He owned that my father was among the Turks . " " And I , " cried Ebbo . " I have with- held ...
... hand . " But alas ! My mother ! Would I had never sent thee to the traitor . " " Ah ! So comes her comfort , " said Friedel . " Heard you not ? He owned that my father was among the Turks . " " And I , " cried Ebbo . " I have with- held ...
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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.