The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, 12 tomasAbel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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... beautiful into an enchanting whole . A gravel walk leads you down past the front of the castle , and presents you with a new and still more impressive view of it . Here it stands aloft on the precipice above you , a most stately remnant ...
... beautiful into an enchanting whole . A gravel walk leads you down past the front of the castle , and presents you with a new and still more impressive view of it . Here it stands aloft on the precipice above you , a most stately remnant ...
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... beautiful park , lies within a mile of the Bothwell Brig , and it must be admitted that no poetess could desire to be born in a more beautiful or classical region . Joanna Baillie's father was at the time of her birth minister of ...
... beautiful park , lies within a mile of the Bothwell Brig , and it must be admitted that no poetess could desire to be born in a more beautiful or classical region . Joanna Baillie's father was at the time of her birth minister of ...
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... beautiful spot is com- paratively little known , but to the lovers of the picturesque it is well worth a visit . From Seymour to Naugatuck , a distance of about seven miles , every step of the way develops some charming point of view ...
... beautiful spot is com- paratively little known , but to the lovers of the picturesque it is well worth a visit . From Seymour to Naugatuck , a distance of about seven miles , every step of the way develops some charming point of view ...
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... beautiful and how nice she must have been ! I dare say she might have been married over and over again . " " I am glad she was not ; I shall like to think of her as Francis Lucas's ' faith- ful heart ' better than as the richest lady in ...
... beautiful and how nice she must have been ! I dare say she might have been married over and over again . " " I am glad she was not ; I shall like to think of her as Francis Lucas's ' faith- ful heart ' better than as the richest lady in ...
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... beautiful scenery by which they are surrounded , and the genial and attractive manners of the ac- complished superintendent , Dr. Moritz Martini . The household economy of this institution is represented by Dr. Earle as admirable . Its ...
... beautiful scenery by which they are surrounded , and the genial and attractive manners of the ac- complished superintendent , Dr. Moritz Martini . The household economy of this institution is represented by Dr. Earle as admirable . Its ...
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157 psl. - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE " Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
157 psl. - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
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159 psl. - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
157 psl. - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.