The Reader: An Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Volumen7

Reader Publishing Company, 1906

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Página 332 - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
Página 334 - I CANNOT, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the Lady Ligeia.
Página 412 - There! little girl; don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by — There ! little girl ; don't cry...
Página 333 - For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Página 293 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 328 - Tragedie is to seyn a certeyn storie, As olde bokes maken us memorie, Of him that stood in greet prosperitee And is y-fallen out of heigh degree Into miserie, and endeth wrecchedly.
Página 453 - THE PRUDENTIAL INSURANCE CO. OF AMERICA Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey JOHN F. DRYDEN, President. Home Office, Newark, NJ Write for Information of Policies,
Página 218 - It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?" " I'll not be a rank robber's wife, But I'll rather die by your wee pen-knife.
Página 300 - For one more picture! in a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.
Página 218 - I'll not be a rank robber's wife, Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife. "For I hae a brother in this wood, And gin ye kill me, it's he'll kill thee." " What's thy brother's name ? come tell to me.

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