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Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and ..., Том 7
Полный просмотр - 1856
Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and ..., Том 2
Полный просмотр - 1868
American answer appear asked beauty become believe better called cause character course earth existence eyes face fact fall feeling feet follow give half hand head heard heart hope human idea interest Italy John known lady land least leaves less light living look manner matter means ment mind mountains Napoleon nature never night observed once original passed perhaps person picture poor present Quakers question race reason remarkable respect rest rise round seems seen side speak spirit stand story strange sure tell thing thought thousand tion true truth turned whole York young
Стр. 339 - Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Стр. 395 - WHEN beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Стр. 557 - Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Six wide mouths are open for food; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seeds for the hungry brood. Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee.
Стр. 292 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 557 - Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note. Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Chee, chee, chee.
Стр. 114 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 556 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Стр. 278 - Bay to the Gulf of Mexico, and from the Atlantic to the Pacific.