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. |
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... voice of the Olympian Pericles is not wholly lost in it . " I would also impress one important consideration bearing upon this question , and this is the comparatively more per- fect verbal memory which in the days that knew no printing ...
... voice of the Olympian Pericles is not wholly lost in it . " I would also impress one important consideration bearing upon this question , and this is the comparatively more per- fect verbal memory which in the days that knew no printing ...
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... voice was so abrupt and harsh that the man started . " Cross the track , an ' go up the street till you come to it , on the right - hand side , " he answered . Then he stared cu- riously after her as she went on . Lawyer Tuxbury's small ...
... voice was so abrupt and harsh that the man started . " Cross the track , an ' go up the street till you come to it , on the right - hand side , " he answered . Then he stared cu- riously after her as she went on . Lawyer Tuxbury's small ...
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... voice in the yard . When he returned there was an old lady following in his wake . Mrs. Field saw her before he did . She came with a whispering of silk , but his deaf ears did not perceive that . He did not notice her at all until he ...
... voice in the yard . When he returned there was an old lady following in his wake . Mrs. Field saw her before he did . She came with a whispering of silk , but his deaf ears did not perceive that . He did not notice her at all until he ...
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... voice which abashed her . She stood silently by the door until he was ready . He took her black bag pe- remptorily , and they went side by side down the street . He held his head well back , his lips were still tightly pursed , and he ...
... voice which abashed her . She stood silently by the door until he was ready . He took her black bag pe- remptorily , and they went side by side down the street . He held his head well back , his lips were still tightly pursed , and he ...
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... step of the host upon the creaking stair and his voice in the room . She sat there so all night . Gradually this steady - headed , unima- and fixed his eyes reflectively upon the ceiling . " 22 HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE .
... step of the host upon the creaking stair and his voice in the room . She sat there so all night . Gradually this steady - headed , unima- and fixed his eyes reflectively upon the ceiling . " 22 HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE .
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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.