Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Том 29Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1864 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... fires should be built until night at any rate . A temporary quiet was then restored , the yards again squared , and the ship put on her original course . Arms were re - examined , extra guards stationed , and the strictest surveillance ...
... fires should be built until night at any rate . A temporary quiet was then restored , the yards again squared , and the ship put on her original course . Arms were re - examined , extra guards stationed , and the strictest surveillance ...
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... fire will burn the fluid more or less , or at least will give it a smoky taste . There are at present six cellars ... fire is used , but to- the wine is drawn off into a clean barrel , and ward evening a fire is made beneath ; and by the ...
... fire will burn the fluid more or less , or at least will give it a smoky taste . There are at present six cellars ... fire is used , but to- the wine is drawn off into a clean barrel , and ward evening a fire is made beneath ; and by the ...
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... fire - light flashed none was more glad than mine . I did not know what trouble meant in those days . There was a ... fires burned in the wide - mouthed chimneys , for we were come of English stock , and liked to eep up good old customs ...
... fire - light flashed none was more glad than mine . I did not know what trouble meant in those days . There was a ... fires burned in the wide - mouthed chimneys , for we were come of English stock , and liked to eep up good old customs ...
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... fire with the silver gravy spoon ; and how , in fine , " these Irish servants are the plague of our lives . " As for the minor offenses of Bridget , such as burning the daily roast to a cinder , setting the table all awry , breaking the ...
... fire with the silver gravy spoon ; and how , in fine , " these Irish servants are the plague of our lives . " As for the minor offenses of Bridget , such as burning the daily roast to a cinder , setting the table all awry , breaking the ...
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... fire , looking down into it , and a girl sat engaged in needle - work . The fire was in a rusty brazier , not fitted to the hearth ; and a common lamp , shaped like a hyacinth - root , smoked and flared in the neck of a stone bottle on ...
... fire , looking down into it , and a girl sat engaged in needle - work . The fire was in a rusty brazier , not fitted to the hearth ; and a common lamp , shaped like a hyacinth - root , smoked and flared in the neck of a stone bottle on ...
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Страница 3 - The sequel of today unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep— the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made,— Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more— but let what will be be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm...
Страница 3 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean , and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Страница 4 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Страница 5 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 5 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold : and from them rose A cry that...
Страница 4 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Страница 5 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Страница 4 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Страница 6 - I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Страница 4 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.