The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 12Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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Pagina 18
... to this vicinity , who acted in con- cert with the tories and " cow - boys . " Many a farmer's cow - yard , granary , hen- and were landed on Long Island . The prisoner was. 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE . View of Nevada de Sorata, from the ...
... to this vicinity , who acted in con- cert with the tories and " cow - boys . " Many a farmer's cow - yard , granary , hen- and were landed on Long Island . The prisoner was. 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE . View of Nevada de Sorata, from the ...
Pagina 19
... prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision , was heard distinctly by the prisoner . The wife , however , of the owner of the domicil , de- It was upon ...
... prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision , was heard distinctly by the prisoner . The wife , however , of the owner of the domicil , de- It was upon ...
Pagina 20
... prisoner was here taken to a house which they made their head - quarters , with no very enviable hopes for the future ... prisoners ; among them was an English lieutenant . They also succeeded in escaping with the whole number , and in ...
... prisoner was here taken to a house which they made their head - quarters , with no very enviable hopes for the future ... prisoners ; among them was an English lieutenant . They also succeeded in escaping with the whole number , and in ...
Pagina 39
... prisoners . This was probably the first intimation these poor savages had that the enemy was in their midst . And even then they did not know that they had to encounter the white man's terrible arquebus , before which the chiefs of ...
... prisoners . This was probably the first intimation these poor savages had that the enemy was in their midst . And even then they did not know that they had to encounter the white man's terrible arquebus , before which the chiefs of ...
Pagina 96
... prisoners . The age of the king saved his life , but the sons were shot immediately after their capture . Lucknow had been relieved by the gallant Havelock just in the nick of time , as the besiegers were on the point of blowing up the ...
... prisoners . The age of the king saved his life , but the sons were shot immediately after their capture . Lucknow had been relieved by the gallant Havelock just in the nick of time , as the besiegers were on the point of blowing up the ...
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Pagina 155 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Pagina 157 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE " Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Pagina 157 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Pagina 428 - See, I have this day set thee over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant.
Pagina 353 - That be far from thee to do after this manner, to slay the righteous with the wicked : and that the righteous should be as the wicked, that be far from thee : Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right...
Pagina 5 - Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. • The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Pagina 423 - THEE, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness.
Pagina 424 - The place of the Scripture which he read was this, He was led as a sheep to the slaughter ; and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth : In his humiliation his judgment was taken away : and who shall declare his generation ? for his life is taken from the earth.
Pagina 159 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Pagina 157 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.