Putnam's Monthly, 第 9 卷G.P. Putnam & Company, 1857 |
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Achsah Ameri American asked beauty better Biffles Bowson called character Cotton Mather court Curwin dance deacon Deschartres door dress Elder Noyse England English eyes face Fairfax father feel gentleman George Sand Gilly girl give grace hand head heard heart heerd Honiton honor horse human Indian Irenæus justice Kaya kind knew Krafft lady live look Lord Margaret Jacobs Martha Carrier Master ment mind Miss Molière mont de piété morning mother nature ness never Nicaragua night Nohant once Parris passed passion person Plymouth poor present Rachel reader replied Salem seemed slavery smile soon soul southern literature speak spirit Standish story sure sweet tail tell thing thought tion took turned walked whole witch witchcraft woman words young Zambetto
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第 312 頁 - The face of the Lord is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.
第 151 頁 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
第 36 頁 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
第 28 頁 - Women know The way to rear up children (to be just) ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words ; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles...
第 236 頁 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
第 371 頁 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn, A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To scatter them over the land in showers.
第 557 頁 - No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced ;—no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom, an Indian or an African sun may have...
第 564 頁 - Whither shall I go from thy spirit ? or whither shall I flee from thy presence ? If I ascend up to heaven, thou art there ; if I make my bed in hell, behold thou art there.
第 237 頁 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第 37 頁 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...