The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 37Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1883 |
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... thought James ; and sent for the bearers he wanted . Then the girl , who had stood by wondering , staggered the lad ... thought frightened her . By the sight of her distress James was distracted . He did not know what to do . Smelling ...
... thought James ; and sent for the bearers he wanted . Then the girl , who had stood by wondering , staggered the lad ... thought frightened her . By the sight of her distress James was distracted . He did not know what to do . Smelling ...
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... thought , What of the girl's fate in a spot far from any other woman ? However , he could do no more for her than to assure her that she was as welcome as possible until her brother came for her ; and he despatched a messenger to him at ...
... thought , What of the girl's fate in a spot far from any other woman ? However , he could do no more for her than to assure her that she was as welcome as possible until her brother came for her ; and he despatched a messenger to him at ...
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... thought he could be . Was it possible ? he reflected . No. He knew the lad's story , as James had often told it to him - How his father and mother were dead ; how he had been brought up by an uncle , a laborer in a bonded dock warehouse ...
... thought he could be . Was it possible ? he reflected . No. He knew the lad's story , as James had often told it to him - How his father and mother were dead ; how he had been brought up by an uncle , a laborer in a bonded dock warehouse ...
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... thought James sprang upon Chaves , and struggled with him to bring him down , and so far succeeded that Margaret was enabled to escape from him ; but the strong man , recovering from the shock , threw the lad from him , so that he ...
... thought James sprang upon Chaves , and struggled with him to bring him down , and so far succeeded that Margaret was enabled to escape from him ; but the strong man , recovering from the shock , threw the lad from him , so that he ...
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... thought to put him on his back , and to support his head a little ; but on placing his hand behind him , felt that it was covered with blood , and that little strips of flesh were adhering to it . The whole of the slave's back was one ...
... thought to put him on his back , and to support his head a little ; but on placing his hand behind him , felt that it was covered with blood , and that little strips of flesh were adhering to it . The whole of the slave's back was one ...
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Page 476 - For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment; and ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, "Sit thou here in a good place," and say to the poor, "Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool," are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of evil thoughts?
Page 483 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 74 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.
Page 194 - The cease of majesty Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin.
Page 259 - Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions...
Page 148 - ... the passage from the current to the needle, if not demonstrable, is thinkable, and that we entertain no doubt as to the final mechanical solution of the problem. But the passage from the physics of the brain to the corresponding facts of consciousness is unthinkable. Granted that a definite thought, and a definite molecular action in the brain occur simultaneously ; we do not possess the intellectual organ, nor apparently any rudiment of the organ, which would enable us to pass, by a process...
Page 591 - Why, Sir, Sherry is dull, naturally dull; but it must have taken him a great deal of pains to become what we now see him. Such an excess of stupidity, Sir, is not in Nature.
Page 323 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the. top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Page 259 - As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were of woe, As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night, As I...
Page 259 - Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul, With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe, With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird, Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands— and this for his dear sake, Lilac and star and bird...