Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 70±Ç

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Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells
Harper's Magazine Company, 1885
Important American periodical dating back to 1850.

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45 ÆäÀÌÁö - You know our agreement, sir. You allow me the morning to receive and pay visits, and to dress in my own manner ; and in the evening I put on my housewife's dress to please you.
396 ÆäÀÌÁö - one half the world does not know how the other half lives.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - LANDLORD (apart to TONY) Sure, you ben't sending them to your father's as an inn, be you? TONY Mum, you fool, you. Let them find that out.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk, Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion ; Not interrupting with intrusive talk The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean. Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest, At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted, To have my place reserved among the rest, Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited ! BY THE SEASIDE.
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I detest your three chairs and a bolster. Tony. You do, do you ? — Then, let me see — what if you go on a mile further to the Buck's Head ; the old Buck's Head on the hill, one of the best inns in the whole county ? Hastings.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amid his fellows beauteously revealed At happy distance from earth's groaning field, Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars. Is it a mirror ? — or the nether Sphere Opening to view the abyss in which she feeds Her own calm fires ? — But list ! a voice is near ; Great Pan himself low- whispering through the reeds, " Be thankful, thou ; for, if unholy deeds Ravage the world, tranquillity is here !
537 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the city there are buildings enough, if they were compact and finished, to accommodate Congress and those attached to it ; but as they are, and scattered as they are, I see no great comfort for them.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - A WEIGHT of awe, not easy to be borne, Fell suddenly upon my Spirit — cast From the dread bosom of the unknown past, When first I saw that family forlorn. Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years — pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast...
317 ÆäÀÌÁö - In proportion as the years both lessen and shorten, I set more count upon their periods, and would fain lay my ineffectual finger upon the spoke of the great wheel. I am not content to pass away " like a weaver's shuttle." Those metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity; and reluct at the inevitable course of destiny. I am in love with this green earth ; the face of town and country...

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