The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 44Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1854 |
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Pagina 45
... dear life to the pumps , so with like unanimity - did our passengers betake them- selves to repairing this leak of air , as the first gust startled the smoke- clouds . SLAM ! more . - ་ and we were air - tight- cabined , cribbed ...
... dear life to the pumps , so with like unanimity - did our passengers betake them- selves to repairing this leak of air , as the first gust startled the smoke- clouds . SLAM ! more . - ་ and we were air - tight- cabined , cribbed ...
Pagina 51
... dear , good , old lady , Mrs. FLEMING . ' There is a bright - eyed scholar among those who come every morning between the hollyhock blossoms that skirt the front path to the BODGERS door , to whom KITTY's heart cleaves more lovingly ...
... dear , good , old lady , Mrs. FLEMING . ' There is a bright - eyed scholar among those who come every morning between the hollyhock blossoms that skirt the front path to the BODGERS door , to whom KITTY's heart cleaves more lovingly ...
Pagina 55
... dear boy had been compelled to make a new and considerable draft upon his father . ' Yes , he understands making drafts , ' said SOLOMON . ' And large ones , too , ' said PHŒEBE , tartly . ' How much is it now ? ' said SOLOMON . ' Four ...
... dear boy had been compelled to make a new and considerable draft upon his father . ' Yes , he understands making drafts , ' said SOLOMON . ' And large ones , too , ' said PHŒEBE , tartly . ' How much is it now ? ' said SOLOMON . ' Four ...
Pagina 58
... DEAR , beauteous DEATH ! thou jewel of the just , Shining nowhere but in the dark ! What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust , Could man out - look the mark ! ' WHEN those we love walk through the vale Where the eternal years begin , And ...
... DEAR , beauteous DEATH ! thou jewel of the just , Shining nowhere but in the dark ! What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust , Could man out - look the mark ! ' WHEN those we love walk through the vale Where the eternal years begin , And ...
Pagina 82
... dear young from all harm fitly made . ' Hush ! hush ! Look around thee ! Bleak mountains impound thee , Cliffs gloomy , rocks barren and dead ; A lone , desolate pine doth above thee incline , But yields not a leaf for thy bed . And lo ...
... dear young from all harm fitly made . ' Hush ! hush ! Look around thee ! Bleak mountains impound thee , Cliffs gloomy , rocks barren and dead ; A lone , desolate pine doth above thee incline , But yields not a leaf for thy bed . And lo ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALBERT PIKE appeared arms beauty BIVINS BLIMMER Bobbinet BODGERS Bogusville called character Countess dark dear earth eyes face Farewell father fear feel FLEMING FUDGE gazed gentleman hand happy head hear heard heart heaven HENRY SEDLEY honor hope hour Iago Jim Shaw KITTY KNICKERBOCKER lady LAKE WILLOUGHBY laugh laughter leave letter light live look mind Miss KITTY morning mother mountains Napoleon nature never New-York Newtown night o'er once ourang-outang passed Pitt present Prince de JOINVILLE Prunelle QUID racter reader replied Rington scene seemed side Sillery smile song soon soul spirit Squire stood Sutherland Falls sweet tears tell thee thing Thison thou thought tion told took turned Vermicelli voice walk wild William Cowper WILLIAMS wonder words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 595 - I have of late lost all my mirth, .... and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors
Pagina 587 - For when a jest is broken upon ourselves, or friends, of whose dishonor we participate, we never laugh thereat. I may therefore conclude that the passion of laughter is nothing else but sudden glory, arising from some sudden conception of some eminence in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmities of others, or with our own formerly
Pagina 412 - yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Pagina 588 - in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmities of others, or with our own formerly ; for men laugh at the follies of themselves past, when they come suddenly to remembrance, except they bring with them any present dishonor. It is no wonder, therefore, that men take heinously to be laughed at or derided ; that is, triumphed over.
Pagina 595 - most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors
Pagina 447 - No man can tell but he that loves his children how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance, in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges ; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.
Pagina 241 - in himself Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit arc dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such,
Pagina 510 - SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng ; Distrust of all the world beside.
Pagina 511 - Peace dwells not here : this nigged face Betrays no spirit of repose; The sullen warrior sole we trace, The marble man of many woes. Such was his mien when first arose The thought of that strange tale divine, When hell he peopled with his foes, The scourge
Pagina 4 - stag, w'hen snow the pasture sheets, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Which some did die to look on : and all this Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek