Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, المجلد 41G.R. Graham., 1852 |
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... Dear Lily Grey ! what a fount of deep , pure , exquisite , yet strange happiness had welled up in her young heart since she went forth that summer afternoon upon her errant of mercy to old Mrs. Forster's cottage ! Yet bright tear ...
... Dear Lily Grey ! what a fount of deep , pure , exquisite , yet strange happiness had welled up in her young heart since she went forth that summer afternoon upon her errant of mercy to old Mrs. Forster's cottage ! Yet bright tear ...
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... dear girl ! Her hand trembled as it rested on my arm , and she kept a little farther from me than our early affection might have justified , as if there were some awe within her bosom at the decision which was to bring us so close to ...
... dear girl ! Her hand trembled as it rested on my arm , and she kept a little farther from me than our early affection might have justified , as if there were some awe within her bosom at the decision which was to bring us so close to ...
الصفحة 54
... dear Mariette , believe me ! If you do not , how can I prove it to you ? " She laid her hand gently upon mine , and looking up at me with a spring - day face , with bright tears and saddened smiles , she said , " The book and the violet ...
... dear Mariette , believe me ! If you do not , how can I prove it to you ? " She laid her hand gently upon mine , and looking up at me with a spring - day face , with bright tears and saddened smiles , she said , " The book and the violet ...
الصفحة 55
... dear girl's cheek flushed , and then turned pale , but she was not kept in suspense ; for her father immediately threw his arm around her , and drawing her gently toward me , put her hand in mine . " Bless them , my dear wife , " he ...
... dear girl's cheek flushed , and then turned pale , but she was not kept in suspense ; for her father immediately threw his arm around her , and drawing her gently toward me , put her hand in mine . " Bless them , my dear wife , " he ...
الصفحة 56
... dear Louis , do you not recollect Jeanette ? " " Very well , indeed , Jeanette , " I replied , taking both her hands ; but the good old woman was in a state of ecstasy that defied all restraint . She cried , she laughed , and I verily ...
... dear Louis , do you not recollect Jeanette ? " " Very well , indeed , Jeanette , " I replied , taking both her hands ; but the good old woman was in a state of ecstasy that defied all restraint . She cried , she laughed , and I verily ...
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الصفحة 441 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
الصفحة 313 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.
الصفحة 385 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet, lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
الصفحة 386 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal...
الصفحة 456 - Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon. Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers, Oh, grant us cool heavens and favoring airs. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
الصفحة 304 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
الصفحة 299 - I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
الصفحة 332 - The nobility of the Spencers has been illustrated and enriched by the trophies of Marlborough ; but I exhort them to consider the Fairy Queen* as the most precious jewel of their coronet.
الصفحة 355 - ... few minutes to overwhelm us ; and small quantities of sand did actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.
الصفحة 386 - Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.