Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volume 6G.P.Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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Page 87
... Colonel , himself , some- what pricked in the conscience for his neglect and procrastination , was resolv- ing to delay no longer , but to open the same subject that very night to his wife , and to enjoin upon her and Lucy the ...
... Colonel , himself , some- what pricked in the conscience for his neglect and procrastination , was resolv- ing to delay no longer , but to open the same subject that very night to his wife , and to enjoin upon her and Lucy the ...
Page 88
... Colonel met Joab , returning in a fit of unusual and extreme dejection from his weekly courting visit . Let it suffice to say , that at parting , the uncle shook the nephew by the hand with great vigor , and assured him , with many ...
... Colonel met Joab , returning in a fit of unusual and extreme dejection from his weekly courting visit . Let it suffice to say , that at parting , the uncle shook the nephew by the hand with great vigor , and assured him , with many ...
Page 89
... Colonel , who entertained so profound a respect for his wife , that even when the most angry and out of temper , he never ven- tured to speak to her with harshness . " I wish , " continued Mrs. Manners , pausing in her knitting ; " I ...
... Colonel , who entertained so profound a respect for his wife , that even when the most angry and out of temper , he never ven- tured to speak to her with harshness . " I wish , " continued Mrs. Manners , pausing in her knitting ; " I ...
Page 90
... Colonel , swearing outright for the first time in twenty years . " There ! " he added , quite aghast at the profanity . " Do you hear that ? You've made your father swear , you wicked child . The Lord forgive me ! and I'm a church ...
... Colonel , swearing outright for the first time in twenty years . " There ! " he added , quite aghast at the profanity . " Do you hear that ? You've made your father swear , you wicked child . The Lord forgive me ! and I'm a church ...
Page 91
... Colonel , glancing towards the bed , " there aint nothin ' I won't do for her . " " I want you to promise , then , ” said his wife , " that if she conforms to what was written on that paper , as I shall try to make her , you'll forgive ...
... Colonel , glancing towards the bed , " there aint nothin ' I won't do for her . " " I want you to promise , then , ” said his wife , " that if she conforms to what was written on that paper , as I shall try to make her , you'll forgive ...
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Page 122 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 138 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 122 - And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 374 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 122 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 568 - Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Page 123 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 237 - Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer — till at last The long'd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Page 374 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 371 - Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet VI.