The Southern Monthly Magazine, Том 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... trees by barking the stems level with the sur- face of the ground . Sweet potatoes stand the drought well ; they ... Trees that have been lately planted , have suffered much from the drought ; but the ones that had been established for a ...
... trees by barking the stems level with the sur- face of the ground . Sweet potatoes stand the drought well ; they ... Trees that have been lately planted , have suffered much from the drought ; but the ones that had been established for a ...
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... tree from the top of which the bones of somebody's grandfather had been removed some ten years before . The claimant in this case demanded damages on the ground that the pakeha had roasted his grandfather . Of the tapu there are several ...
... tree from the top of which the bones of somebody's grandfather had been removed some ten years before . The claimant in this case demanded damages on the ground that the pakeha had roasted his grandfather . Of the tapu there are several ...
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... tree , was one founded on an error , and not unlikely to perpetuate that error . The tree must always continue to support the branch ; the branch must be for ever helplessly dependent on the tree . Truly such a state of things could not ...
... tree , was one founded on an error , and not unlikely to perpetuate that error . The tree must always continue to support the branch ; the branch must be for ever helplessly dependent on the tree . Truly such a state of things could not ...
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... tree . It must therefore have gone through most of the stages of which we have spoken ; and we may learn the better ... tree , large enough it may be , to shelter an army ; when it has once decayed and fallen , a forest of young banyans ...
... tree . It must therefore have gone through most of the stages of which we have spoken ; and we may learn the better ... tree , large enough it may be , to shelter an army ; when it has once decayed and fallen , a forest of young banyans ...
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We happens to injure or kill it , the whole tree is weakened by the loss . maintain that so it is exactly with England and her colonies . Nothing she may do , nothing which can affect her strength or her security , can be possibly any ...
We happens to injure or kill it , the whole tree is weakened by the loss . maintain that so it is exactly with England and her colonies . Nothing she may do , nothing which can affect her strength or her security , can be possibly any ...
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Стр. 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Стр. 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Стр. 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Стр. 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Стр. 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Стр. 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Стр. 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Стр. 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!