The National Magazine, 第 2 卷Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... continued till midnight , or later . He has since paid the penalty of such indiscre- tion in the sufferings of ill health , suffer- ings which , however , more fortunately in his case than in many others , came upon him early enough to ...
... continued till midnight , or later . He has since paid the penalty of such indiscre- tion in the sufferings of ill health , suffer- ings which , however , more fortunately in his case than in many others , came upon him early enough to ...
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... continued assiduity , that he obtained the degree of Bachelor of Arts in 1638. His father lived to see the fruits of his wise advice , but was only spared thus long ; for he was unfortunately drowned in crossing the Humber , as he was ...
... continued assiduity , that he obtained the degree of Bachelor of Arts in 1638. His father lived to see the fruits of his wise advice , but was only spared thus long ; for he was unfortunately drowned in crossing the Humber , as he was ...
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... continued POOR . Many of those years he is certain to have passed- 64 Under the destiny severe Of Fairfax , and the starry Vere- " in the humble capacity of tutor of lan- guages to their daughters . It was most likely during this period ...
... continued POOR . Many of those years he is certain to have passed- 64 Under the destiny severe Of Fairfax , and the starry Vere- " in the humble capacity of tutor of lan- guages to their daughters . It was most likely during this period ...
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... returned , and taken up her abode in her deceased father's house , a tall , ugly , old , grayish building , ( it is now the residence of half a dozen at West Roxbury , where he continued he used to 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE .
... returned , and taken up her abode in her deceased father's house , a tall , ugly , old , grayish building , ( it is now the residence of half a dozen at West Roxbury , where he continued he used to 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE .
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Abel Stevens, James Floy. at West Roxbury , where he continued he used to sail with Ellery Channing . A lovelier stream than the Assabeth can hardly be found . Down to the water's edge grow majestic trees , whose pendant branches dip in ...
Abel Stevens, James Floy. at West Roxbury , where he continued he used to sail with Ellery Channing . A lovelier stream than the Assabeth can hardly be found . Down to the water's edge grow majestic trees , whose pendant branches dip in ...
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第74页 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone, — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human: They are Ghouls...
第73页 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第445页 - Now the names of the twelve apostles are these; The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; 3.
第445页 - Is not this the carpenter's son ? is not his mother called Mary ? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas ? And his sisters, are they not all with us ? Whence then hath this man all these things ? And they were offended in him.
第84页 - As if the natural calamities of life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent circumstances into misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling accidents, as from real evils. I have known...
第74页 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair...
第452页 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered ? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
第341页 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
第73页 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
第341页 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.