The American Magazine, Volym 27

Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1889

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Sida 94 - The Law is the true embodiment Of everything that's excellent. It has no kind of fault or flaw, And I, my Lords, embody the Law.
Sida 299 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Sida 271 - The glorious, pious, and immortal memory of the great and good King William, who saved us from Popery, slavery, arbitrary power, brass money, and wooden shoes !' This was the climax : the diverted Orangemen could expect nothing beyond it.
Sida 94 - Though the Philistines may jostle, you will rank as an apostle in the high aesthetic band, If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your mediaeval hand.
Sida 91 - I'm more wary at, And when I know precisely what is meant by commissariat, When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery, When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery; In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy, You'll say a better major-genera/ has never sat a gee!
Sida 200 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Sida 358 - Marriages performed within,' written 'beneath. A dirty fellow invited you in. The parson was seen walking before his shop : a squalid profligate figure, clad in a tattered plaid night-gown, with a fiery face, and ready to couple you for a dram of gin, or roll of tobacco.
Sida 93 - If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare, You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere. You must lie upon the daisies, and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind, The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
Sida 279 - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid...
Sida 494 - Falling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our trite and reasonable world. The effect is out of all proportion with the cause. Two persons, neither of them, it may be, very amiable or very beautiful, meet, speak a little, and look a little into each other's eyes. That has been done a dozen or so of times in the experience of either with no great result.

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