The Atlantic Monthly

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1867
 

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Página 445 - But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.
Página 188 - But this I say, brethren, the time is short. It remaineth, that both they that have wives be as though they had none; and they that weep, as though they wept not; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as though they possessed not; and they that use this world, as not abusing it: for the fashion of this world passeth away.
Página 635 - A valuable contribution to the evidences of revelation, and disposes very conclusively of the arguments of those who would set God's Works against God's Word. No real difficulty is shirked, and no sophistry is left unexposed.
Página 119 - AZgon, rough and merry, A Broadway Daphnis, on his tryst With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry. A one-eyed Cyclops halted long In tattered cloak of army pattern; And Galatea joined the throng, — A blowsy, apple-vending slattern; While old Silenus staggered out From some new-fangled lunch-house handy, And bade the piper, with a shout. To strike up Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Página 596 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field; in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Página 261 - Far in the deep, where darkness dwells. The land of horror and despair, — Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there 3 (Eternal plagues and heavy chains, Tormenting racks and fiery coals, — And darts to inflict immortal pains, Dyed in the blood of damned souls.
Página 656 - In the old French portion of the town, the thoroughfares are narrow and crooked, and some of the houses are very quaint and picturesque; being built of wood, with tumbledown galleries before the windows, approachable by stairs or rather ladders from the street. There are queer little barbers...
Página 491 - Nr.ture fails my walks to bless With all her golden inwardness ; And as blind nestlings, unafraid, Stretch up wide-mouthed to every shade By which their downy dream is stirred, Taking it for the mother-bird, So, when God's shadow, which is light, Unheralded, by day or night, My wakening instincts falls across, Silent as sunbeams over moss, In my heart's nest half-conscious things Stir with a helpless sense of wings, Lift themselves up, and tremble long With premonitions sweet of song.
Página 261 - And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dyed in the blood of damne*d souls." This last verse was a duet, and not a trio. Myrtle closed her lips while it was singing, and when it was done threw down the book with a look of anger and disgust. The hunted soul was at bay. " I won't sing such words," she said, " and I won't stay here to hear them sung.
Página 92 - O Goddess ! sing the wrath of Peleus' son, Achilles ; sing the deadly wrath that brought Woes numberless upon the Greeks, and swept To Hades many a valiant soul, and gave Their limbs a prey to dogs and birds of air, — For so had Jove appointed, — from the time When the two chiefs, Atrides, king of men, And great Achilles, parted first as foes.

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