Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volume 6G.P.Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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... father to the thought — that so many false facts , to use an expressive though somewhat Irish phrase of Jeffer- son's , have crept and do daily creep into history . An historical novelist may be justified in venturing upon such ground ...
... father to the thought — that so many false facts , to use an expressive though somewhat Irish phrase of Jeffer- son's , have crept and do daily creep into history . An historical novelist may be justified in venturing upon such ground ...
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... father , and sheds a weird light upon the withering herbs and grass which fringe the lettered head - stone , and spire from the narrow mound , all crusted with a thin hoar frost , and gemmed with cold dew which glitters in the pale ...
... father , and sheds a weird light upon the withering herbs and grass which fringe the lettered head - stone , and spire from the narrow mound , all crusted with a thin hoar frost , and gemmed with cold dew which glitters in the pale ...
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... Father didn't come into our room . Father wasn't drunk , because he didn't stagger . Father stopped cursing and swearing , and drank out of a bottle which he took from his pocket . Then he breathed very loud for ever so long . Then he ...
... Father didn't come into our room . Father wasn't drunk , because he didn't stagger . Father stopped cursing and swearing , and drank out of a bottle which he took from his pocket . Then he breathed very loud for ever so long . Then he ...
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Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests. " Father took it away from me , " whimpers the child . The young man totters back again , with a burning mist in his eyes . " It's awful - a - say it's awful ! " con ...
Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests. " Father took it away from me , " whimpers the child . The young man totters back again , with a burning mist in his eyes . " It's awful - a - say it's awful ! " con ...
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... father came home from France . He had resided at Bordeaux for many years as the partner of a great American He had seen the mercantile house . Old Régime , the Revolution , and the Reign of Terror ; and had marked the advent of the ...
... father came home from France . He had resided at Bordeaux for many years as the partner of a great American He had seen the mercantile house . Old Régime , the Revolution , and the Reign of Terror ; and had marked the advent of the ...
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Page 122 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 138 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 122 - And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 374 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 122 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 568 - Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Page 123 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 237 - Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer — till at last The long'd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Page 374 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 371 - Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet VI.