Putnam's Monthly, Volume 9G.P. Putnam & Company, 1857 |
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... kind of life somewhere on earth; and, as a child, I wished myself Mango Park, with that amiable negress singing to me in the African desert, Crusoe's man Friday, milking goats, or even poor Belzoni, half-smothered in mummy-dust in an ...
... kind of life somewhere on earth; and, as a child, I wished myself Mango Park, with that amiable negress singing to me in the African desert, Crusoe's man Friday, milking goats, or even poor Belzoni, half-smothered in mummy-dust in an ...
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... kind of life somewhere on earth ; and , as a child , I wished myself Mungo Park , with that amiable negress singing to me in the African desert , Crusoe's man Friday , milking goats , or even poor Belzoni , half - smothered in mummy ...
... kind of life somewhere on earth ; and , as a child , I wished myself Mungo Park , with that amiable negress singing to me in the African desert , Crusoe's man Friday , milking goats , or even poor Belzoni , half - smothered in mummy ...
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... kind of flash poverty that instantly reveals a continental origin . He led by the hand a little boy , arrayed in silk of varied tints , with a smutched face and a brilliant eye . The pair looked like actors fresh from the foot - lights ...
... kind of flash poverty that instantly reveals a continental origin . He led by the hand a little boy , arrayed in silk of varied tints , with a smutched face and a brilliant eye . The pair looked like actors fresh from the foot - lights ...
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... kind of a bushy - tailed , four - legged streak of lightning . Halting at her fect , he would take the nubbin from her hand , balance it over a root with one paw , nibble voraciously at its hard kernels , sit up suddenly on his hind ...
... kind of a bushy - tailed , four - legged streak of lightning . Halting at her fect , he would take the nubbin from her hand , balance it over a root with one paw , nibble voraciously at its hard kernels , sit up suddenly on his hind ...
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... kind- ly John Willard bellowing out : Sirs , she is seized ! ' How much better to use that brave voice of his in hallooing at his oxen ! But the vilest thing of all was the charge which Stoughton made unto the jury . One of them had ...
... kind- ly John Willard bellowing out : Sirs , she is seized ! ' How much better to use that brave voice of his in hallooing at his oxen ! But the vilest thing of all was the charge which Stoughton made unto the jury . One of them had ...
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Page 312 - The face of the Lord is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.
Page 151 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Page 36 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 28 - Women know The way to rear up children (to be just) ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words ; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles...
Page 236 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Page 371 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn, A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To scatter them over the land in showers.
Page 557 - No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced ;—no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom, an Indian or an African sun may have...
Page 564 - Whither shall I go from thy spirit ? or whither shall I flee from thy presence ? If I ascend up to heaven, thou art there ; if I make my bed in hell, behold thou art there.
Page 237 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 37 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...