McClure's Magazine ..., Volumen5S.S. McClure, Limited, 1895 |
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... head of the family and the firm ; Francis G. du Pont , whose mechanical and electrical inventions are the marvel of en- gineers ; Dr. Alexis I. du Pont , who holds in his head chemical formulæ for gunpowder worth millions ; Colonel ...
... head of the family and the firm ; Francis G. du Pont , whose mechanical and electrical inventions are the marvel of en- gineers ; Dr. Alexis I. du Pont , who holds in his head chemical formulæ for gunpowder worth millions ; Colonel ...
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... head unofficially , by the engine , and murmuring , " Well , I put a bottle of med- icine off at Andover - I'm sure I did . " " Better say it again , any'ow , " said the driver . " Orders is orders . Say it again . " Once more the guard ...
... head unofficially , by the engine , and murmuring , " Well , I put a bottle of med- icine off at Andover - I'm sure I did . " " Better say it again , any'ow , " said the driver . " Orders is orders . Say it again . " Once more the guard ...
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... head over his left shoulder , and laid his right hand upon his lips . I threw back my hat and elevated my eyebrows in the form of a question . The doctor shut his eyes and nodded his head slowly , twice or thrice 22 beckoning me to come ...
... head over his left shoulder , and laid his right hand upon his lips . I threw back my hat and elevated my eyebrows in the form of a question . The doctor shut his eyes and nodded his head slowly , twice or thrice 22 beckoning me to come ...
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... head . The navvy gurgled in his sleep . Silently I dived . into my pocket , took out one sovereign , and held it up between finger and thumb . Again the doctor shook his head . Money was not what was lacking to his peace . His bag had ...
... head . The navvy gurgled in his sleep . Silently I dived . into my pocket , took out one sovereign , and held it up between finger and thumb . Again the doctor shook his head . Money was not what was lacking to his peace . His bag had ...
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... head high among the low - flying bats , his feet firm on the packed road metal , his fists clinched , and his breath ... heads were out all along the carriages as I found me a seat . " What is the row ? " said a young man as I entered ...
... head high among the low - flying bats , his feet firm on the packed road metal , his fists clinched , and his breath ... heads were out all along the carriages as I found me a seat . " What is the row ? " said a young man as I entered ...
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Página 464 - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.
Página 467 - He is gone ; he died with the most perfect ease — he seemed to go to sleep. On the twenty-third, about four, the approaches of death came on. ' Severn — I — lift me up — I am dying — I shall die easy ; don't be frightened — be firm, and thank God it has come.
Página 465 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what " Blackwood" or the "Quarterly" could possibly inflict : and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
Página 467 - ... how astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world impress a sense of its natural beauties upon us ! Like poor Falstaff, though I do not " babble," I think of green fields ; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy — their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy.
Página 17 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Página 502 - May I be pardoned if, upon this occasion, I mention that away back in my childhood, the earliest days of my being able to read, I got hold of a small book, such a one as few of the younger members have ever seen, Weems
Página 502 - The crossing of the river; the contest with the Hessians; the great hardships endured at that time, all fixed themselves on my memory more than any single revolutionary event; and you all know, for you have all been boys, how these early impressions last longer than any others. I recollect thinking then, boy even though I was, that there must have been something more than common that those men struggled for.
Página 465 - ... imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone, but in a thousand worlds. No sooner am I alone, than shapes of epic greatness are stationed around me, and serve my spirit the office which is equivalent to a King's body-guard : " then Tragedy with scepter'd pall comes sweeping by...
Página 466 - I throw my whole being into Troilus, and repeating those lines, ' I wander like a lost Soul upon the stygian Banks staying for waftage,' I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone.
Página 530 - I know I am at a climacteric for all men who live by their wits, so I do not despair. But the truth is I am pretty nearly useless at literature, and I will ask you to spare St. Ives when it goes to you; it is a sort of Count Robert of Paris.