The New England Magazine, Volumen34;Volumen40New England Magazine Company, 1906 |
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... followed the sound and finally located his prisoner . As he came to the opening in the side of the sheep pen he called out , “ What are you doing in there ? " " Driving the shaap out of me pasture , " said a familiar voice within ...
... followed the sound and finally located his prisoner . As he came to the opening in the side of the sheep pen he called out , “ What are you doing in there ? " " Driving the shaap out of me pasture , " said a familiar voice within ...
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... followed him , knocked him senseless with a stone , robbed him of the money so recently paid , and de- camped for parts unknown . The witty Irishman was never recaptured in Connecticut : but his name has graced ( or disgraced ) the ...
... followed him , knocked him senseless with a stone , robbed him of the money so recently paid , and de- camped for parts unknown . The witty Irishman was never recaptured in Connecticut : but his name has graced ( or disgraced ) the ...
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The Memory of Deacon Poole By ABBIE FARWELL BROWN memory followed me like a present blessing through my whole. HERE the village street , with W its rows of ancient elms a - line as for a stately contra- dance , reached out of breath the ...
The Memory of Deacon Poole By ABBIE FARWELL BROWN memory followed me like a present blessing through my whole. HERE the village street , with W its rows of ancient elms a - line as for a stately contra- dance , reached out of breath the ...
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... followed were hideous with the continual fear of meeting Deacon Poole . No criminal ever dodged and slunk more guiltily than did I. I dared not venture beyond the door with- out first reconnoitering from a win- dow . I made wide détours ...
... followed were hideous with the continual fear of meeting Deacon Poole . No criminal ever dodged and slunk more guiltily than did I. I dared not venture beyond the door with- out first reconnoitering from a win- dow . I made wide détours ...
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... followed . The folk of Kimpton might have railed at the treasures which Deacon Poole hid so carefully under lock and key ; but to me they were more precious than a cave of gold and gems . What stories he told me of the old relics come ...
... followed . The folk of Kimpton might have railed at the treasures which Deacon Poole hid so carefully under lock and key ; but to me they were more precious than a cave of gold and gems . What stories he told me of the old relics come ...
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Página 175 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 97 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 171 - ... were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot, as it planted itself on the ground, was firm but flexible, and whose motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace — agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious,...
Página 277 - When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me...
Página 595 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 595 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 171 - She was a brown beauty: that is, her eyes, hair, and eyebrows and eyelashes were dark: her hair curling with rich undulations, and waving over her shoulders: but her complexion was as dazzling white as snow in sunshine; except her cheeks, which were a bright red, and her lips, which were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble...
Página 385 - It is therefore ordered, that every township in this jurisdiction, after the Lord hath increased them to the number of fifty householders, shall then forthwith appoint one within their town to teach all such children as shall resort to him to write and read...
Página 595 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 171 - She was a brown beauty; that is, her eyes, hair, and eyebrows and eyelashes were dark, her hair curling with rich undulations and waving over her shoulders; but her complexion was as dazzling white as snow in sunshine, except her cheeks which were a bright red, and her lips which were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full ; and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest...