Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 85Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1892 - Literature Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 77
Page 16
... reached her station , and the train was ready . It was half past five when she arrived in Elliot . She got off the train , and stalked , as if with a definite object , around the depot platform . She did not for one second hesitate or ...
... reached her station , and the train was ready . It was half past five when she arrived in Elliot . She got off the train , and stalked , as if with a definite object , around the depot platform . She did not for one second hesitate or ...
Page 32
... reached out from the main settlement near the mouth of the river , and here and there the nuclei of future towns were formed . Always on the hill - tops , not only because the better land lay there , but because the low lands were ...
... reached out from the main settlement near the mouth of the river , and here and there the nuclei of future towns were formed . Always on the hill - tops , not only because the better land lay there , but because the low lands were ...
Page 33
... reached legal manhood , and while yet a boy Jo- seph Hull engaged in West Indian trade , becoming as familiar with the changing face of the ocean as with the hills and valleys of his childhood's home . A ferry was early established ...
... reached legal manhood , and while yet a boy Jo- seph Hull engaged in West Indian trade , becoming as familiar with the changing face of the ocean as with the hills and valleys of his childhood's home . A ferry was early established ...
Page 34
... reached down to the present , only imagination can be sent back to that happy past when Joseph Hull and Sally Bennett found the world all rose - color . Perhaps their friendship began in child- hood . Perhaps it was a case of that oc ...
... reached down to the present , only imagination can be sent back to that happy past when Joseph Hull and Sally Bennett found the world all rose - color . Perhaps their friendship began in child- hood . Perhaps it was a case of that oc ...
Page 35
... reached that of Priam ? Though the being left again and again to await the United States is but learning to count its unknown result while he bore his part in centuries , while the older nations sum the great struggle . Nor were the ...
... reached that of Priam ? Though the being left again and again to await the United States is but learning to count its unknown result while he bore his part in centuries , while the older nations sum the great struggle . Nor were the ...
Contents
424 | |
433 | |
506 | |
525 | |
568 | |
583 | |
598 | |
609 | |
167 | |
173 | |
213 | |
247 | |
276 | |
286 | |
314 | |
318 | |
319 | |
362 | |
370 | |
395 | |
658 | |
665 | |
689 | |
714 | |
723 | |
736 | |
744 | |
756 | |
757 | |
847 | |
855 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ain't Amanda American arms army artist asked Athens Babcock beautiful Bellingham better Black Sea Brandreth called Chapley Columbus Corfu corps Danube Declaration Denton door drag-hunts eral Étienne Marcel eyes face feel Field Flora France girl give goin hand Harver head heard horses Hughes infantry Ingersol island Jules Lemaître Kane Kilia knew land literary live Lois look lumbus LXXXV.-No Matthias Ringmann Maurice Barrès Maxwell ment miles military mind Montana mother natural never night officers old Kane Paris passed peace regiments river round s'pose Saint Dié Salzburgers seemed ships side smile soul stood story Sulina talk tell thing thought tion town turned voice Widdin woman women words young
Popular passages
Page 150 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Page 80 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 201 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates ; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Page 198 - Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Page 402 - The time is out of joint : — 0 cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
Page 202 - I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ!
Page 195 - Of those fierce darts, Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
Page 197 - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be: And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
Page 201 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Page 197 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.