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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... poor Abram Brown . Al- though he spoke at the Lyceum very well , al- though he was constant at church , and Mr. Mil- man liked him very much and occasionally took a walk with him , although he was a well - looking and well - dressed ...
... poor Abram Brown . Al- though he spoke at the Lyceum very well , al- though he was constant at church , and Mr. Mil- man liked him very much and occasionally took a walk with him , although he was a well - looking and well - dressed ...
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... poor Brown , with his usual luck , he could not find a sufficient wardrobe for himself to drive home in , and was waiting for his coat to dry . The moon came out before the brown cob had reached the confines of the grove - that chaste ...
... poor Brown , with his usual luck , he could not find a sufficient wardrobe for himself to drive home in , and was waiting for his coat to dry . The moon came out before the brown cob had reached the confines of the grove - that chaste ...
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... poor Will , whimpering . " If down , and held him until some gentlemen in - you had married me I should have been all right , injured , by the honored name you bear , I. heavily and with difficulty- " ever tell you of the existence of ...
... poor Will , whimpering . " If down , and held him until some gentlemen in - you had married me I should have been all right , injured , by the honored name you bear , I. heavily and with difficulty- " ever tell you of the existence of ...
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... poor Sarah's death . They found him swearing at his dogs and servants , but enough of the gentleman left in him to re - humble and quiet alias , which he took when his ceive them courteously . Mr. Selden hemmed and hawed , and finally ...
... poor Sarah's death . They found him swearing at his dogs and servants , but enough of the gentleman left in him to re - humble and quiet alias , which he took when his ceive them courteously . Mr. Selden hemmed and hawed , and finally ...
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... Poor Margery ! Poor Fred ! How I pity you both ! Perhaps your coldness was as much to blame as his passion . I think the most love I was on his side . He could have gone on for- ever getting angry and making up ; and never , perhaps ...
... Poor Margery ! Poor Fred ! How I pity you both ! Perhaps your coldness was as much to blame as his passion . I think the most love I was on his side . He could have gone on for- ever getting angry and making up ; and never , perhaps ...
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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.