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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... WOMAN ON THE FARM ... WOMAN'S PROFESSION DISHONORED YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT ..... .... J . R. Gillmore 115 ... Julius H. Ward 497 Alfred H. Guernsey 398 750 .B . J. Lossing 596 Elizabeth S. Phelps 754 .Edgar Holden 712 B. J. Lossing 147 ...
... WOMAN ON THE FARM ... WOMAN'S PROFESSION DISHONORED YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT ..... .... J . R. Gillmore 115 ... Julius H. Ward 497 Alfred H. Guernsey 398 750 .B . J. Lossing 596 Elizabeth S. Phelps 754 .Edgar Holden 712 B. J. Lossing 147 ...
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... WOMAN ON THE FARM ........ WOMAN'S PROFESSION DISHONORED YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT ... .... Charles T. Congdon 745 377 .Dinah Maria Mulock 206 , 346 O. H. Dutton 776 ..Robert Tomes 227 Louise W. Barker 94 ... A . Haraszthy 22 502 .Mary E ...
... WOMAN ON THE FARM ........ WOMAN'S PROFESSION DISHONORED YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT ... .... Charles T. Congdon 745 377 .Dinah Maria Mulock 206 , 346 O. H. Dutton 776 ..Robert Tomes 227 Louise W. Barker 94 ... A . Haraszthy 22 502 .Mary E ...
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... woman , the oth - val put on a widow's cap , which she never took er a fine estate . You can imagine - let your off ; and quietly , sadly , submissively bore her tastes determine which you would have liked to secret to the grave . see ...
... woman , the oth - val put on a widow's cap , which she never took er a fine estate . You can imagine - let your off ; and quietly , sadly , submissively bore her tastes determine which you would have liked to secret to the grave . see ...
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... woman in the field - although her right to the throne was as good as that of Bess - auburn - haired queen of England - there were not wanting Mary Stuarts in the field , who did not intend to die without a struggle . There was the large ...
... woman in the field - although her right to the throne was as good as that of Bess - auburn - haired queen of England - there were not wanting Mary Stuarts in the field , who did not intend to die without a struggle . There was the large ...
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... woman should be , of these cockle- shells . Miss Jones , however , accepted the Judge's invitation . So they went sailing about , the Judge gallantly tugging at an oar , Jones dipping her fair hand in the water , Brown at the helm quiet ...
... woman should be , of these cockle- shells . Miss Jones , however , accepted the Judge's invitation . So they went sailing about , the Judge gallantly tugging at an oar , Jones dipping her fair hand in the water , Brown at the helm quiet ...
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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.