Harper's Magazine, Volume 15Henry Mills Alden, Lee Foster Hartman, Frederick Lewis Allen, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper & Brothers, 1857 - American literature Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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Page 105
... Rigaud , " that you want me , brother - bird . Here I am ! " Glancing round contemptuously at the bed- stead , which was turned up by day , he leaned his back against it as a resting - place , without f . removing his hat from his head ...
... Rigaud , " that you want me , brother - bird . Here I am ! " Glancing round contemptuously at the bed- stead , which was turned up by day , he leaned his back against it as a resting - place , without f . removing his hat from his head ...
Page 106
... Rigaud . Fifteen times , " of Virtue ! But , take care , take care . It is said Cavalletto , thrice throwing out his left hand possible , my friend , that your ardor is a little with all its fingers spread , and doing it so rapid ...
... Rigaud . Fifteen times , " of Virtue ! But , take care , take care . It is said Cavalletto , thrice throwing out his left hand possible , my friend , that your ardor is a little with all its fingers spread , and doing it so rapid ...
Page 107
... Rigaud a confused bend of his head , after thus pointing him out . “ Eh well , Signore ! " he cried , in conclusion , addressing Arthur again . " I waited for a good opportunity . I writed some words to Signor Panco " - an air of ...
... Rigaud a confused bend of his head , after thus pointing him out . “ Eh well , Signore ! " he cried , in conclusion , addressing Arthur again . " I waited for a good opportunity . I writed some words to Signor Panco " - an air of ...
Page 108
... Rigaud , pausing in his drink to look out of his glass with his horrible smile upon him , “ you would have done better to leave me alone ? " " No ! At least , " said Clennam , " you are known to be alive and unharmed . At least you can ...
... Rigaud , pausing in his drink to look out of his glass with his horrible smile upon him , “ you would have done better to leave me alone ? " " No ! At least , " said Clennam , " you are known to be alive and unharmed . At least you can ...
Page 109
... Rigaud , now he had found him with he answered with coolness : so much trouble , and that the duty of his post was to sit on the floor backed up by the door , looking at Rigaud and holding his own ankles - intriguers , your men of ...
... Rigaud , now he had found him with he answered with coolness : so much trouble , and that the duty of his post was to sit on the floor backed up by the door , looking at Rigaud and holding his own ankles - intriguers , your men of ...
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Page 369 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade...
Page 398 - Behold an emblem: those who do endure Deep wrongs for man, and scorn, and chains, but heap Thousandfold torment on themselves and him.
Page 118 - Who, though so noble, share in the world's toil, And, though so task'd, keep free from dust and soil! I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge, it may be, of their silent pain Who have long'd deeply once, and long'd in vain; But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head...
Page 409 - And Paul said; I would to God, that not only thou, but also all that hear me this day, were both almost, and altogether such as I am, except these bonds.
Page 118 - But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head, to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be, How vast, yet of what clear transparency! How it were good to abide there, and breathe free ; How fair a lot to fill Is left to each man still!
Page 397 - The charges against me are all of one kind, that I have pushed the principles of general justice and benevolence too far ; farther than a cautious policy would warrant, and farther than the opinions of many would go along with me. In every accident which may happen through life — in pain, in sorrow, in depression, and distress — I will call to mind this accusation, and be comforted.
Page 427 - IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 254 - Every one of my writings has been furnished to me by a thousand different persons, a thousand different things: the learned and the ignorant, the wise and the foolish, infancy and age have come in...
Page 270 - PUT them in mind to be subject to principalities and powers, to obey magistrates, to be ready to every good work, 2 To speak evil of no man, to be no brawlers, but gentle, shewing all meekness unto all men.
Page 395 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.