Putnam's Monthly and the Reader, Band 3G. P. Putnam's Sons., 1908 |
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... color is unequal to . One may enter such a place from a snowstorm or a dusty , torrid street . The effect is the same . One feels oneself in a region set apart from tur- moil and strife , lured on to pleasures above , as by the smile of ...
... color is unequal to . One may enter such a place from a snowstorm or a dusty , torrid street . The effect is the same . One feels oneself in a region set apart from tur- moil and strife , lured on to pleasures above , as by the smile of ...
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... color sense in the householder . The fault lies most , however , with the architect who has not known how to make his decora- tion a part of his construction , as when the walls are panelled and arched . The temptation to the house ...
... color sense in the householder . The fault lies most , however , with the architect who has not known how to make his decora- tion a part of his construction , as when the walls are panelled and arched . The temptation to the house ...
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... color of the old oak soothing the senses . In still another bedroom hall , protected by its balus- trades , over which one can look down on the stairs ( not the halls ) below , pictures are hung , armories are set out , and a sofa ...
... color of the old oak soothing the senses . In still another bedroom hall , protected by its balus- trades , over which one can look down on the stairs ( not the halls ) below , pictures are hung , armories are set out , and a sofa ...
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... color , Othello beginning to doubt , becomes suspicious . How miserable is the Moor now ! " Only yesterday , " he sighs , " I was happy , and to - day I have lost my peace , since to suspect Desde- mona destroys the serenity of my soul ...
... color , Othello beginning to doubt , becomes suspicious . How miserable is the Moor now ! " Only yesterday , " he sighs , " I was happy , and to - day I have lost my peace , since to suspect Desde- mona destroys the serenity of my soul ...
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... color and his previous condition of servitude , that perhaps it will not be out of place to mention some of the advantages he enjoys . In writing thus I do not intend to minimize in any way the difficulties nor excuse the injustices ...
... color and his previous condition of servitude , that perhaps it will not be out of place to mention some of the advantages he enjoys . In writing thus I do not intend to minimize in any way the difficulties nor excuse the injustices ...
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Seite 446 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Seite 262 - With home-life sounds the desert air was stirred: The bleat of sheep along the hill we heard, The bucket plashing in the cool, sweet well, The pasture-bars that clattered as they fell; Dogs barked, fowls fluttered, cattle lowed ; the gate Of the barnyard creaked beneath the merry weight Of sun-brown children, listening, while they swung, The welcome sound of supper-call to hear ; And down the shadowy lane, in tinklings clear, The pastoral curfew of the cow-bell rung. Thus soothed and pleased, our...
Seite 217 - Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be : Why then should we desire to be deceived?
Seite 26 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 47 - Rather admire; or if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame; how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances; how gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb...
Seite 305 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Seite 720 - I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now...
Seite 262 - I leaned to hear thee speak, Or raised my doubtful eye to thine. I hear again thy low replies, I feel thy arm within my own, And timidly again uprise The fringed lids of hazel eyes, With soft brown tresses overblown. Ah ! memories of sweet summer eves, Of moonlit wave and willowy way, Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves, And smiles and tones more dear than they...
Seite 260 - Shall every flap of England's flag Proclaim that all around are free, From farthest Ind to each blue crag That beetles o'er the Western Sea ? And shall we scoff at Europe's kings, When Freedom's fire is dim with us, And round our country's altar clings The damning shade of Slavery's curse...
Seite 171 - The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.