The Atlantic Monthly, Nide 71Atlantic Monthly Company, 1893 |
Kirjan sisältä
Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 89
Sivu 6
... feel her little figure tremble against him . " It " It is ridiculous to try . " " We must have you at Elvirade , " said the governor's wife soothingly . " I will not let the young people excite you to too much dancing there . " " " " Oh ...
... feel her little figure tremble against him . " It " It is ridiculous to try . " " We must have you at Elvirade , " said the governor's wife soothingly . " I will not let the young people excite you to too much dancing there . " " " " Oh ...
Sivu 8
... feel always , " said the French girl , " that we stand facing the mystery every minute , and sometimes I should like to know it . " " Now hear that , " said Peggy . " I'm no Catholic , but I will say for the mo- ther superior that she ...
... feel always , " said the French girl , " that we stand facing the mystery every minute , and sometimes I should like to know it . " " Now hear that , " said Peggy . " I'm no Catholic , but I will say for the mo- ther superior that she ...
Sivu 34
... feeling to go about with that woebegone face . I was provoked to - day into tell- ing her roundly she might bless her ... feel their membranes ache , why were we made with membranes ? that know what the word means . It means -I say it ...
... feeling to go about with that woebegone face . I was provoked to - day into tell- ing her roundly she might bless her ... feel their membranes ache , why were we made with membranes ? that know what the word means . It means -I say it ...
Sivu 37
... feel the fermentation striking in . Worse than all , I am for- ever getting back into the " machinery . " I feel its buzz and whir all around me . What is to be the end ! August 20. The Rest Cure , it seems , is expensive . I say at ...
... feel the fermentation striking in . Worse than all , I am for- ever getting back into the " machinery . " I feel its buzz and whir all around me . What is to be the end ! August 20. The Rest Cure , it seems , is expensive . I say at ...
Sivu 39
... feel a hundred years old . Realizing that such a thing must not happen again , I sat down this morning and wrote him a letter , in which I de- clared plainly that if everything I said and everything I did was going to re- sult in such a ...
... feel a hundred years old . Realizing that such a thing must not happen again , I sat down this morning and wrote him a letter , in which I de- clared plainly that if everything I said and everything I did was going to re- sult in such a ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Acadia admirable Alpha Delta Phi American Angelique beauty birds Boston Brother Azarias called century character church Colonel Menard D'Aunay England English Ethan Brand eyes face fact Fanny Kemble father feel forest France French Fröbel geisha girl give groined vaulting hand heart honor Icelandic interest Kaskaskia king knew lady land less letter light literary live look Lord Madame Maria ment mind Miss mother nation nature ness never night once Peggy perhaps person Pescara Petrarch Phillips Brooks Pierre Menard poems poet political Port Royal race Sa'di Saucier Saumarez seems sent ship side smile spirit Squire stood story tain tell things thought tion told Tour town trees ture turned Vittoria voice volume words write young
Suositut otteet
Sivu 587 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple...
Sivu 587 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Sivu 457 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Sivu 108 - For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Sivu 529 - Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Sivu 365 - I will compose poetry." The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness...
Sivu 515 - And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest ; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
Sivu 101 - Ancient Greece and Mediaeval Italy — Mr. Gladstone's Homer and the Homeric Ages — The Historians of Athens — The Athenian Democracy — Alexander the Great — Greece during the Macedonian Period — Mommsen's History of Rome — Lucius Cornelius Sulla — The Flavian Csssars, &c., &c.
Sivu 530 - But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers ! Ah ! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, This mediaeval miracle of song...
Sivu 670 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.