Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion ..., 47. köide

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George R. Graham, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Jacobs Peterson, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Robert Taylor Conrad, Joseph Ripley Chandler, Bayard Taylor
G. R. Graham, 1855
 

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Page 255 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Page 535 - Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
Page 502 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Page 482 - And carols roared with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery...
Page 268 - Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here the guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose.
Page 482 - The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubbed till it shone the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.
Page 459 - ... was the Duke of York, and the company squeezed themselves into one another's pockets to make room for us. The house, which is borrowed, and to which the ghost has adjourned, is wretchedly small and miserable; when we opened the chamber, in which were fifty people, with no light but one tallow candle at the end, we tumbled over the bed of the child to whom the ghost comes, and whom they are murdering by inches in such insufferable heat and stench.
Page 74 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, . . ' Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Page 257 - we take care of the pence the pounds will take care of themselves.
Page 482 - On Christmas eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas eve the mass was sung ; That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donned her kirtle sheen ; The hall was dressed with holly green ; Forth to the wood did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe.

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