Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volumen7 |
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It was young once , though - having been born before the Revolution , and was then given to the city by its father , Mr. Middlecott , who died without heirs , and did this much for posterity . Posterity has not been grateful to Mr.
It was young once , though - having been born before the Revolution , and was then given to the city by its father , Mr. Middlecott , who died without heirs , and did this much for posterity . Posterity has not been grateful to Mr.
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And what are you going to give me for a present , to - morrow , pa - sy ! " The Ghost . " Particulars ! Well , then , Miss Nathalie Renton , " he began , with mock gravity , " your professional father is losing some of his oldest ...
And what are you going to give me for a present , to - morrow , pa - sy ! " The Ghost . " Particulars ! Well , then , Miss Nathalie Renton , " he began , with mock gravity , " your professional father is losing some of his oldest ...
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But , father , " said Netty , a little tremulously , " I wouldn't let my houses to such people . It's not right ; is it ? Why , it's horrid to think of men getting drunk , and killing each other ! " Dr. Renton rubbed his hair into ...
But , father , " said Netty , a little tremulously , " I wouldn't let my houses to such people . It's not right ; is it ? Why , it's horrid to think of men getting drunk , and killing each other ! " Dr. Renton rubbed his hair into ...
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Who was he , father ? " she asked , with a hushed voice . " A young man - an author - a poet . He had been my friend , when we were boys ; and , though I lost sight of him Poor , for years he led an erratic life - we were friends when ...
Who was he , father ? " she asked , with a hushed voice . " A young man - an author - a poet . He had been my friend , when we were boys ; and , though I lost sight of him Poor , for years he led an erratic life - we were friends when ...
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What was his name , father ? " asked the pitying girl . " George Feval . The very name sounds like fever . He died on Christmas eve , fifteen years ago this night . It was on his death - bed , while his mind was tossing on a sea ...
What was his name , father ? " asked the pitying girl . " George Feval . The very name sounds like fever . He died on Christmas eve , fifteen years ago this night . It was on his death - bed , while his mind was tossing on a sea ...
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Página 235 - Let us walk honestly, as in the day; not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying. But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.
Página 302 - Speak unto the children of Israel, and bid them that they make them fringes in the borders of their garments throughout their generations, and that they put upon the fringe of the borders a ribband of blue : and it shall be unto you for a fringe, that ye may look upon it, and remember all the commandments of the Lord, and do them...
Página 372 - Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Página 7 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not...
Página 234 - Unhappy man that I am! Who will deliver me from the body of this death?
Página 366 - This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcases of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel. And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD'S, and he will give you into our hands.
Página 532 - O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
Página 372 - THAT'S my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf...
Página 372 - Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Página 365 - And surely your blood of your lives will I require: at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. 6 Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.