Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 29Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1864 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... took the King , and wept . But she , that rose the tallest of them all And fairest , laid his head upon her lap , And loosed the shatter'd casque , and chafed his hands , Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; And call'd him ...
... took the King , and wept . But she , that rose the tallest of them all And fairest , laid his head upon her lap , And loosed the shatter'd casque , and chafed his hands , Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; And call'd him ...
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... took er a fine estate . You can imagine - let your off ; and quietly , sadly , submissively bore her tastes determine which you would have liked to secret to the grave . see . Raymond Hill , with its park , its trees , its fine lake ...
... took er a fine estate . You can imagine - let your off ; and quietly , sadly , submissively bore her tastes determine which you would have liked to secret to the grave . see . Raymond Hill , with its park , its trees , its fine lake ...
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... took it on trust . Far from all this charmed circle , measuring out calico and selling tape , did Abram Brown pass his monotonous and degraded life . Are you familiar , my dear reader , with the tremen- dous social barrier which a few ...
... took it on trust . Far from all this charmed circle , measuring out calico and selling tape , did Abram Brown pass his monotonous and degraded life . Are you familiar , my dear reader , with the tremen- dous social barrier which a few ...
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... took place almost as soon as poor Sarah Hart- man's arm was well , was the great event of Sum- merfield . The old satin dresses which were dis- interred for that occasion would have clothed the entire chorus of the opera . The bride was ...
... took place almost as soon as poor Sarah Hart- man's arm was well , was the great event of Sum- merfield . The old satin dresses which were dis- interred for that occasion would have clothed the entire chorus of the opera . The bride was ...
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... took its fair mis- tress on his arm , and walked to church with her , composedly seated himself in her pew , and in less than five minutes the electric message ran through the town that Fanny was going to mar- ry him ! The horror and ...
... took its fair mis- tress on his arm , and walked to church with her , composedly seated himself in her pew , and in less than five minutes the electric message ran through the town that Fanny was going to mar- ry him ! The horror and ...
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Page 3 - The sequel of today unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep— the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made,— Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more— but let what will be be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm...
Page 3 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean , and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Page 4 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Page 5 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 5 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold : and from them rose A cry that...
Page 4 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Page 5 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 4 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 6 - I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 4 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.