Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, 3±ÇG. P. Putnam & Son., 1854 |
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... took but little interest in his pedigree . When he had become famous , Sir Isaac Heard , then Garter King at Arms in London , took some pains to trace back his ancestry , and wrote to him for such particulars as might be in his ...
... took but little interest in his pedigree . When he had become famous , Sir Isaac Heard , then Garter King at Arms in London , took some pains to trace back his ancestry , and wrote to him for such particulars as might be in his ...
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... took could not have been less than one hundred and fifty miles - judg- ing by the time I was out and the speed with which I travelled . At any rate it was a comfortable stretch , and I can only recommend any one who is disposed to ...
... took could not have been less than one hundred and fifty miles - judg- ing by the time I was out and the speed with which I travelled . At any rate it was a comfortable stretch , and I can only recommend any one who is disposed to ...
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... took his departure . He had given her a sword , and her adherents had provided her with a horse and with the dress of a knight . She kept her calm confidence during the dangerous journey , through a hostile re- gion ; wished to stop to ...
... took his departure . He had given her a sword , and her adherents had provided her with a horse and with the dress of a knight . She kept her calm confidence during the dangerous journey , through a hostile re- gion ; wished to stop to ...
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... took me back to the head by Copley , and told me I might copy that if I could . " But you had better not copy any thing , " he added- " draw from nature , my boy . Go on as you have be- gun , only do not make your faces pink and white ...
... took me back to the head by Copley , and told me I might copy that if I could . " But you had better not copy any thing , " he added- " draw from nature , my boy . Go on as you have be- gun , only do not make your faces pink and white ...
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... took it away . Then they became very quiet , and I made an excellent sketch . They wished to see it , but I could not permit them to , so soon . Mrs. Beljay said she did not think it could be like , for Fanny had never been so still in ...
... took it away . Then they became very quiet , and I made an excellent sketch . They wished to see it , but I could not permit them to , so soon . Mrs. Beljay said she did not think it could be like , for Fanny had never been so still in ...
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261 ÆäÀÌÁö - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is...
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
337 ÆäÀÌÁö - While many of his tribe slumber'd around ; And they were canopied by the blue sky — So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - What must be done, Sir, will be done. When I was to begin publishing that paper, I was at a loss how to name it. I sat down at night upon my bedside, and resolved that I would not go to sleep till I had fixed its title. The Rambler seemed the best that occurred, and I took it'.
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - Distant praise, from whatever quarter, is not so delightful as that of a wife whom a man loves and esteems. Her approbation may be said to "come home to his bosom ;" and being so near, its effect is most sensible and permanent.
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh, could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanish'd scene ; As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So, midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot say that ever in my life I suffered so much anxiety as I did in this affair...
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper's name hath chisel wrought The emblems of a fame that never dies, Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf, Twined with the laurel's fair, imperial leaf. A simple name alone, To the great world unknown, Is graven here, and wild flowers, rising round, Meek meadow-sweet and violets of the ground, Lean lovingly against the humble stone.
383 ÆäÀÌÁö - OATS [a grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people], — Croker.