Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 54. köideHarper's Magazine Company, 1877 |
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... hope is there ? Suspected Already by the house he serves ; detected , He fears , and tracked by spies this night ; the end Is menacingly nigh . And now the friend , With whose forged name he has been forced to borrow Some thousands in ...
... hope is there ? Suspected Already by the house he serves ; detected , He fears , and tracked by spies this night ; the end Is menacingly nigh . And now the friend , With whose forged name he has been forced to borrow Some thousands in ...
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... hope for him ! but I may yet restore All I have periled , by one venture more . " Straight to a gaming palace he repairs ; Climbs with quick step the too familiar stairs ; The hot hope mounting to his head like fumes Of maddening wine ...
... hope for him ! but I may yet restore All I have periled , by one venture more . " Straight to a gaming palace he repairs ; Climbs with quick step the too familiar stairs ; The hot hope mounting to his head like fumes Of maddening wine ...
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... hope evermore ! " they ring ; ' Hope evermore ! love evermore ! " they sing , To all the world ; and all the world is blest : To all the world but one , for whom no rest , No respite from despair and anguish , save A shameful death and ...
... hope evermore ! " they ring ; ' Hope evermore ! love evermore ! " they sing , To all the world ; and all the world is blest : To all the world but one , for whom no rest , No respite from despair and anguish , save A shameful death and ...
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... hope and manhood up ? I am more guilty ; yet I am the same Who once , and with some reason , bore the name Of Genius ; for my spirit , in my youth , Explored all knowledge and conceived all truth . And let me whisper it - I had a wife ...
... hope and manhood up ? I am more guilty ; yet I am the same Who once , and with some reason , bore the name Of Genius ; for my spirit , in my youth , Explored all knowledge and conceived all truth . And let me whisper it - I had a wife ...
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... hope , doubt . " I had well - nigh forgot That such a book was written . Is it not Right Thinking and Right Living ? " Maurice cried , " You know it ! " And a look almost of pride And joy into the strange bright visage stole . " Thank ...
... hope , doubt . " I had well - nigh forgot That such a book was written . Is it not Right Thinking and Right Living ? " Maurice cried , " You know it ! " And a look almost of pride And joy into the strange bright visage stole . " Thank ...
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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.