Scribner's Magazine, Volumen 14Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1893 |
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... idle . And though it's a midnight black as the tomb , all snugged down perhaps to a band of topsail , a breathless calm , Jack must still keep the deck under the bare black eye of heaven , 8 THE LIFE OF THE MERCHANT SAILOR .
... idle . And though it's a midnight black as the tomb , all snugged down perhaps to a band of topsail , a breathless calm , Jack must still keep the deck under the bare black eye of heaven , 8 THE LIFE OF THE MERCHANT SAILOR .
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... perhaps a full half of the men prove themselves , when at sea , utterly unfit for their duties - ignorant of the very elements of the vocation , unable to steer or to furl , trustless when on the look - out , absolutely afraid some of ...
... perhaps a full half of the men prove themselves , when at sea , utterly unfit for their duties - ignorant of the very elements of the vocation , unable to steer or to furl , trustless when on the look - out , absolutely afraid some of ...
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... perhaps , I might know some of his staff or retinue , I asked where the other members of the delegation were . He pointed to a group on the opposite side of the car , which upon joining , I found to contain several old acquaint- ances ...
... perhaps , I might know some of his staff or retinue , I asked where the other members of the delegation were . He pointed to a group on the opposite side of the car , which upon joining , I found to contain several old acquaint- ances ...
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... perhaps be imagined when it is remembered that he was facing the spot where only a short time before we had had our death- grapple with Pickett's men , and he stood almost immediately over the place where I had lain and seen my comrades ...
... perhaps be imagined when it is remembered that he was facing the spot where only a short time before we had had our death- grapple with Pickett's men , and he stood almost immediately over the place where I had lain and seen my comrades ...
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... perhaps unconsciously crediting him with more than his due ; certainly more than he would himself claim . Of what avail were beautiful palaces if they could not be seen ; and how easily might such an assemblage of heroic structures such ...
... perhaps unconsciously crediting him with more than his due ; certainly more than he would himself claim . Of what avail were beautiful palaces if they could not be seen ; and how easily might such an assemblage of heroic structures such ...
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Página 28 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Página 124 - Then the master of the house, being angry, said to his servant, go out quickly into the streets, and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind.
Página 282 - Would you not pay a pretty fine to be able to cancel some of them ? Oh, the sad old pages, the dull old pages ! Oh, the cares, the ennui, the squabbles, the repetitions, the old conversations over and over again ! But now and again a kind thought is recalled, and now and again a dear memory. Yet a few chapters more, and then the last : after which, behold Finis itself come to an end, and the Infinite begun.
Página 66 - We, too, might live like them, and set ourselves to witness with appropriate emotions the varied scenes that man and nature afford. We might make ourselves spiritual by detaching ourselves from action, and become perfect by the rejection of energy.
Página 341 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains...
Página 196 - And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept : and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son...
Página 270 - Walton will be seen twice in no man's company he does not like, and likes none but such as he believes to be very honest men, which is one of the best arguments, or at least of the best testimonies I have, that I either am, or that he thinks me one of those, seeing I have not yet found him weary of me.
Página 382 - May the hatred of all the young, beautiful, and virtuous for ever be your portion, and may your eyes never behold anything but age and deformity ! May you meet with applause only from envious old maids, surly bachelors, and tyrannical parents; may you be doomed to the company of such ! and after death may their ugly souls haunt you ! " Now make Lovelace and Clarissa unhappy if you dare...
Página 649 - I rise simply to ask gentlemen to think well before, upon the free prairies of the West, in the summer of 1860, they dare to wince and quail before the men...