Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 37Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 - Literature |
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Page 14737
... believe me ; I told her I promised you— ” " And God A'mighty bless you , sheriff , for what you done ! " the woman wailed . The sheriff had some ado to escape from her benedictions politely ; but he got away , and knocked at the door of ...
... believe me ; I told her I promised you— ” " And God A'mighty bless you , sheriff , for what you done ! " the woman wailed . The sheriff had some ado to escape from her benedictions politely ; but he got away , and knocked at the door of ...
Page 14740
... believe me or not , but I would have gone back home then and run straight if it hadn't been for Mame . I would , by ! I had five hundred dollars then , and I was going back to give every damned cent of it to ma , tell her to put it into ...
... believe me or not , but I would have gone back home then and run straight if it hadn't been for Mame . I would , by ! I had five hundred dollars then , and I was going back to give every damned cent of it to ma , tell her to put it into ...
Page 14744
... believe you fairly revel in lying . I don't . That's where we differ . I think lies are always liable to come home to roost ; and I like to have the flock as small as possible . Now you write that you are here , and you're helping me ...
... believe you fairly revel in lying . I don't . That's where we differ . I think lies are always liable to come home to roost ; and I like to have the flock as small as possible . Now you write that you are here , and you're helping me ...
Page 14748
... his flippant air . " And yet , would you believe it , I used to be the model boy of the Sunday school . Won all the prizes . Ma's got them in a drawer . " 14749 Daresay . They thought you were a awful good 14748 OCTAVE THANET.
... his flippant air . " And yet , would you believe it , I used to be the model boy of the Sunday school . Won all the prizes . Ma's got them in a drawer . " 14749 Daresay . They thought you were a awful good 14748 OCTAVE THANET.
Page 14756
... believe I would have been decent if I'd lived , because I'd have kept close to you . You'll be good to ma and to Ruth ! " - The sheriff thought that he had drifted away and did not hear the answer , but in a few moments he opened his ...
... believe I would have been decent if I'd lived , because I'd have kept close to you . You'll be good to ma and to Ruth ! " - The sheriff thought that he had drifted away and did not hear the answer , but in a few moments he opened his ...
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Page 15221 - But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.
Page 14877 - He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay. At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Page 15127 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity ; Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Page 14835 - Through all the sea of harvest rolling round, The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade, Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force — Or whirled in air, or into vacant chaff Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends In one continuous flood.
Page 15199 - Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? May I not wash in them, and be clean?
Page 14829 - Within his iron cave, the' effusive south Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent. At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, Scarce staining ether ; but by swift degrees, In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour sails Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep Sits on the...
Page 14858 - Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out the sun; Go tbou my incense upward from this hearth, And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
Page 14844 - Because a cold rage seizes one at whiles To show the bitter old and wrinkled truth Stripped naked of all vesture that beguiles, False dreams, false hopes, false masks and modes of youth...
Page 14833 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Bow their hoar head ; and, ere the languid Sun Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Page 14864 - ... advantages of human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, even in scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again.— "Mourning untimely consumes the sad; Few are...