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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... Rose of Ashurst ; Mormonism : its Leaders and Designs ; Hammond's Wild Northern Scenes ; Bowen's Adventures and Missionary Labors in Africa , 551. Barth's Travels and Discoveries in North and Central Africa , 689. Brazil and the ...
... Rose of Ashurst ; Mormonism : its Leaders and Designs ; Hammond's Wild Northern Scenes ; Bowen's Adventures and Missionary Labors in Africa , 551. Barth's Travels and Discoveries in North and Central Africa , 689. Brazil and the ...
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... rose- Which a city but rarely shows , And where nobody ever goes , He caught it and carried it off in his clothes ! Or , to deal in vulgar prose , our poor Beauvallet , by what would seem an invincible sympathy and instinct , took his ...
... rose- Which a city but rarely shows , And where nobody ever goes , He caught it and carried it off in his clothes ! Or , to deal in vulgar prose , our poor Beauvallet , by what would seem an invincible sympathy and instinct , took his ...
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... rose before the dawn of day , and anxiously prepared to continue their search . A drizzling rain falling through the night , had drenched them to the skin . The ocean looked black and angry , and sheets of mist were driven , by the ...
... rose before the dawn of day , and anxiously prepared to continue their search . A drizzling rain falling through the night , had drenched them to the skin . The ocean looked black and angry , and sheets of mist were driven , by the ...
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... rose to a desperate cry . Often I buried my head in my hands , almost unable to bear to hear more , or see more of the indescribable horror her ev- ery word and look expressed . And once , rous- ing myself from a half stupor , after ...
... rose to a desperate cry . Often I buried my head in my hands , almost unable to bear to hear more , or see more of the indescribable horror her ev- ery word and look expressed . And once , rous- ing myself from a half stupor , after ...
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... rose , strained to a pitiful shrillness . " For she believes she shall see it again . To her- husband , child , and all the glory and beauty of life , are immortal . Is it ignorance that gives to people such wealth as this ? Husband ...
... rose , strained to a pitiful shrillness . " For she believes she shall see it again . To her- husband , child , and all the glory and beauty of life , are immortal . Is it ignorance that gives to people such wealth as this ? Husband ...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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