Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 85±ÇHenry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1892 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... night . " I won't say another word to her about it , " he de- clared to himself . So he simply made arrangements with her for a meeting at his office the next morning to attend to the business for which there had been no time to - night ...
... night . " I won't say another word to her about it , " he de- clared to himself . So he simply made arrangements with her for a meeting at his office the next morning to attend to the business for which there had been no time to - night ...
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... night . She would have liked to wind the clock , and set the hands moving past that ghostly hour , but she did not dare to stir . She gazed at the large dull figures sprawling over the old carpet , at the glimmering satiny scrolls on ...
... night . She would have liked to wind the clock , and set the hands moving past that ghostly hour , but she did not dare to stir . She gazed at the large dull figures sprawling over the old carpet , at the glimmering satiny scrolls on ...
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... night , voices which her straining fancy threw out , after the manner of ventriloquism , from her own brain , seemed ... night's impatience had vanished . He inquired genially if she had passed a comfortable night , and on being assured ...
... night , voices which her straining fancy threw out , after the manner of ventriloquism , from her own brain , seemed ... night's impatience had vanished . He inquired genially if she had passed a comfortable night , and on being assured ...
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... night and day , and seed - time and harvest— ¡° " The seasons , " Ray broke in , scorn- fully , from the resentment still souring in his soul , " turn themselves upside down and wrong end to , about as often as financial panics occur ...
... night and day , and seed - time and harvest— ¡° " The seasons , " Ray broke in , scorn- fully , from the resentment still souring in his soul , " turn themselves upside down and wrong end to , about as often as financial panics occur ...
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... night we was sit on de fire , an ' we was talk ' bout clear h'out an ' strike down for de Big River , an ' we was h'all ver ' glad for go . ' E was too far ' way , dose place ; de day was too short ; dere's no skin w'at's wort de bodder ...
... night we was sit on de fire , an ' we was talk ' bout clear h'out an ' strike down for de Big River , an ' we was h'all ver ' glad for go . ' E was too far ' way , dose place ; de day was too short ; dere's no skin w'at's wort de bodder ...
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150 ÆäÀÌÁö - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates ; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
402 ÆäÀÌÁö - The time is out of joint : — 0 cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ!
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of those fierce darts, Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be: And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.