The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 3

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1859
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Page 668 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 516 - The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD : And he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down : For the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
Page 381 - There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour.
Page 220 - Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand ; a day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains: a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations.
Page 653 - Ellis's Madagascar. Three Visits to Madagascar during the Years 1853— 1854 — 1856. Including a Journey to the Capital, with Notices of the Natural History of the Country and of the Present Civilization of the People. By the Rev. WILLIAM ELLIS, FHS, Author of "Polynesian Researehes.
Page 514 - Thou shalt not oppress an hired servant that is poor and needy, whether he be of thy brethren, or of thy strangers that are in thy land within thy gates: at his day thou shalt give him his hire, neither shall the sun go down upon it; for he is poor, and setteth his heart upon it: lest he cry against thee unto the Lord, and it be sin unto thee.
Page 457 - The bay's deep breast at intervals. At peace I lie, Blown softly by, A cloud upon this liquid sky. The day, so mild, Is Heaven's own child, With Earth and Ocean reconciled , The airs I feel Around me steal Are murmuring to the murmuring keel. Over the rail My hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail : A joy intense, The cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence.
Page 220 - Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain: let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand; A day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness...
Page 456 - Swims round the purple peaks remote : Round purple peaks It sails, and seeks Blue inlets and their crystal creeks, Where high rocks throw, Through deeps below, A duplicated golden glow. Far, vague, and dim, The mountains swim ; While on Vesuvius' misty brim, With outstretched hands, The gray smoke stands, O'erlooking the volcanic lands.
Page 84 - I should think so; and got kinked up, turnin' so many corners. — The little man did not hear what was said, but went on, — full of crooked little streets ; but I tell you Boston has opened, and kept open, more turnpikes that lead straight to free thought and free speech and free deeds than any other city of live men or dead men, — I don't care how broad their streets are, nor how high their steeples...

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