The National Magazine, 2±ÇAbel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... .. 104 Lady Mary - A Thought ...... 318 Sonnet - Tasso ..... 413 The Cottage Home ........................... 104 The Dying Father .... 266 The Dying Flower .... leyan University under the late President Fisk , but graduated.
... .. 104 Lady Mary - A Thought ...... 318 Sonnet - Tasso ..... 413 The Cottage Home ........................... 104 The Dying Father .... 266 The Dying Flower .... leyan University under the late President Fisk , but graduated.
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... late Rev. Asbury Roszel , then princi- pal of the preparatory department . It was twilight , and Asbury was engaged in fixing his lamps . Hearing a knock , he said , gruffly , Come in . ' Seeing a slight , youthful figure enter the room ...
... late Rev. Asbury Roszel , then princi- pal of the preparatory department . It was twilight , and Asbury was engaged in fixing his lamps . Hearing a knock , he said , gruffly , Come in . ' Seeing a slight , youthful figure enter the room ...
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... late Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church , in the following terms of nonchalance : — " He is of Irish descent , and has a deci- dedly Hibernian look of the better kind— being sanguine almost to repletion ; his face is florid ...
... late Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church , in the following terms of nonchalance : — " He is of Irish descent , and has a deci- dedly Hibernian look of the better kind— being sanguine almost to repletion ; his face is florid ...
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... late edito- rial , sent forth a book , in the preface of which he said that " she that reads it will be ruined , " and that in a purer age he himself would throw it into the fire ; " but romances are necessary for a corrupt people ...
... late edito- rial , sent forth a book , in the preface of which he said that " she that reads it will be ruined , " and that in a purer age he himself would throw it into the fire ; " but romances are necessary for a corrupt people ...
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... late John Nitchie , Esq . , so long the esteemed office agent of the American Bible Society , and a leading elder of the Dutch Church , to inquire whether he knew of any young minister in that connection , possessing a missionary spirit ...
... late John Nitchie , Esq . , so long the esteemed office agent of the American Bible Society , and a leading elder of the Dutch Church , to inquire whether he knew of any young minister in that connection , possessing a missionary spirit ...
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74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
445 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
445 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.