Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 54. köideHarper's Magazine Company, 1877 |
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... Hope evermore ! love evermore ! ' they " His own good Mother from her Easy - Chair watches the Baby Maurice on the Floor " 69 " Art thou the Christ ? ' he cries " . ខ ΤΟ sing " 67 Tail - Piece 72 BOYS AND GIRLS ....... .Porte Crayon 19 ...
... Hope evermore ! love evermore ! ' they " His own good Mother from her Easy - Chair watches the Baby Maurice on the Floor " 69 " Art thou the Christ ? ' he cries " . ខ ΤΟ sing " 67 Tail - Piece 72 BOYS AND GIRLS ....... .Porte Crayon 19 ...
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... hope that we may borrow some drops of oil from their G ed to make me conceited and proud as Tom- my Merton was of his silver knee - buckles . " The stocking was empty , and not even hope remained at the bottom . Here was a whole year's ...
... hope that we may borrow some drops of oil from their G ed to make me conceited and proud as Tom- my Merton was of his silver knee - buckles . " The stocking was empty , and not even hope remained at the bottom . Here was a whole year's ...
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... hope , strike on this buried Eden . And then he dropped on his knees and spread his starved hands upward , if he could , and thanked the God who made him , till his head went round , and who knows what remembrance of loved ones came to ...
... hope , strike on this buried Eden . And then he dropped on his knees and spread his starved hands upward , if he could , and thanked the God who made him , till his head went round , and who knows what remembrance of loved ones came to ...
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... hope is dead , And heaven's she would attain . How few the years since , lithe and young , A maid just turned a happy wife ! The robins then no gayer sung , Nor summer gave more life . Now , when her children bird - like poise And ...
... hope is dead , And heaven's she would attain . How few the years since , lithe and young , A maid just turned a happy wife ! The robins then no gayer sung , Nor summer gave more life . Now , when her children bird - like poise And ...
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... , VOL LIV.-No. 319. - 5 Scanning the shop - man with deep wondrous eyes ,. " OVER THE COUNTER , SPECTACLES ON NOSE , OLD RICHARD STOOPED . " " HOPE EVERMORE ! LOVE EVERMORE ! THEY SING . THE BOOK OF GOLD . 65 EATH ...
... , VOL LIV.-No. 319. - 5 Scanning the shop - man with deep wondrous eyes ,. " OVER THE COUNTER , SPECTACLES ON NOSE , OLD RICHARD STOOPED . " " HOPE EVERMORE ! LOVE EVERMORE ! THEY SING . THE BOOK OF GOLD . 65 EATH ...
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Page 459 - Either some Caesar or Napoleon will seize the reins of government with a strong hand, or your republic will be as fearfully plundered and laid waste by barbarians in the twentieth century as the Roman Empire was in the fifth, with this difference, that the Huns and Vandals who ravaged the Roman Empire came from without, and that your Huns and Vandals will have been engendered within your own country by your own institutions.
Page 303 - Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Page 316 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 458 - But the time will come when New England will be as thickly peopled as Old England. Wages will be as low, and will fluctuate as much with you as with us. You will have your Manchesters and Birminghams, and in those Manchesters and Birminghams hundreds of thousands of artisans will assuredly be sometimes out of work. Then your institutions will be fairly brought to the test.
Page 264 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Page 440 - Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Page 262 - ... because our shins were kicked. Yonder sit forty cherry-cheeked boys, thinking about home and holidays to-morrow. Yonder sit some threescore old gentlemen pensioners of the Hospital, listening to the prayers and the psalms. You hear them coughing feebly in the twilight, — the old reverend blackgowns. Is Codd Ajax alive? you wonder — the Cistercian lads called these old gentlemen Codds...
Page 262 - I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes: Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Page 458 - Distress everywhere makes the laborer mutinous and discontented, and inclines him to listen with eagerness to agitators who tell him that it is a monstrous iniquity that one man should have a million, while another cannot get a full meal.