Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Bind 16;Bind 79John Holmes Agnew, Henry T. Steele, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1872 |
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... Rosalie , and , as Eulalie always persisted in affirming , the manoeuvres of Madame de Vos , so infatua- ted the young soldier , that Clémence vol- untarily released him from his troth - plight , and he and Rosalie were married . But ...
... Rosalie , and , as Eulalie always persisted in affirming , the manoeuvres of Madame de Vos , so infatua- ted the young soldier , that Clémence vol- untarily released him from his troth - plight , and he and Rosalie were married . But ...
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... Rosalie has never been the same to me since she went away . " Her father's eyes are full of wistful ten- derness . " The fault is none of thy making , Clé- mence . " " I must go to Eulalie ; " she nods and " Poor Rosalie , " she says to ...
... Rosalie has never been the same to me since she went away . " Her father's eyes are full of wistful ten- derness . " The fault is none of thy making , Clé- mence . " " I must go to Eulalie ; " she nods and " Poor Rosalie , " she says to ...
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... Rosalie's voice sound- ed so shrill , that Clémence put the children off her lap , and jumped up from her low seat . The sisters kissed each other affection- ately , and then they exchanged looks . " Ma foi ! " Rosalie said to herself ...
... Rosalie's voice sound- ed so shrill , that Clémence put the children off her lap , and jumped up from her low seat . The sisters kissed each other affection- ately , and then they exchanged looks . " Ma foi ! " Rosalie said to herself ...
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... Rosalie . Soeur Marie ? " ly and so well , it has entered so much. 66 ' No ; no one remembers me now . I am helpless , and suffering , and forgotten . I had plenty of friends , as thou knowest , when I had a house of my own , and did not ...
... Rosalie . Soeur Marie ? " ly and so well , it has entered so much. 66 ' No ; no one remembers me now . I am helpless , and suffering , and forgotten . I had plenty of friends , as thou knowest , when I had a house of my own , and did not ...
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... Rosalie and her grandmother , but this was worse . Was Louis really an unkind husband , and was this the secret of the change in Rosalie ? But her grandmother's bell rang loudly , and she was soon by the invalid's bed , lis- tening to ...
... Rosalie and her grandmother , but this was worse . Was Louis really an unkind husband , and was this the secret of the change in Rosalie ? But her grandmother's bell rang loudly , and she was soon by the invalid's bed , lis- tening to ...
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Side 94 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Side 204 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Side 209 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Side 290 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 210 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Side 358 - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Side 94 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
Side 147 - It is not in heaven, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it ? neither is it beyond the sea, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it? but the word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, that thou mayest do it.
Side 308 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Side 209 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command...