The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1900 |
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... eyes to the raging and fuming parent , and with a sweet smile said softly , " A regular chip of the old block , eh ? " But then she looked so pretty , and seemed somehow to be conveying a subtle compliment to the old gentleman , and ...
... eyes to the raging and fuming parent , and with a sweet smile said softly , " A regular chip of the old block , eh ? " But then she looked so pretty , and seemed somehow to be conveying a subtle compliment to the old gentleman , and ...
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... eyes , and dimpled her cheeks , And left its trace of beauty there . Only a tear , yet it furrowed its way , O'er a face of sorrow , toil , and care ; And a sweet , mellow sadness stole over the face , While sorrow silvered the golden ...
... eyes , and dimpled her cheeks , And left its trace of beauty there . Only a tear , yet it furrowed its way , O'er a face of sorrow , toil , and care ; And a sweet , mellow sadness stole over the face , While sorrow silvered the golden ...
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... eyes , should seem to him beautiful and lovable ; and nothing strange if she , in turn , found in him what a woman's unfolding nature can so readily come to adore . So here was a repetition of the old story which hardly needs to be ...
... eyes , should seem to him beautiful and lovable ; and nothing strange if she , in turn , found in him what a woman's unfolding nature can so readily come to adore . So here was a repetition of the old story which hardly needs to be ...
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... eyes grew large and won- drously tender . She threw the window more widely open and gazed steadfastly at the ship , wondering , hoping , expecting , dreaming once more onward into the hours before her . Ah , child ! ah , sweet woman ...
... eyes grew large and won- drously tender . She threw the window more widely open and gazed steadfastly at the ship , wondering , hoping , expecting , dreaming once more onward into the hours before her . Ah , child ! ah , sweet woman ...
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... eyes wept as those lilies weep - these eyes wept not alone ! Like the heart - beat of my saintly Loved one , now an oar beats faintly . ' Tis a black - draped barge comes gliding , sliding o'er the unsailed sea , With a muffled , maskéd ...
... eyes wept as those lilies weep - these eyes wept not alone ! Like the heart - beat of my saintly Loved one , now an oar beats faintly . ' Tis a black - draped barge comes gliding , sliding o'er the unsailed sea , With a muffled , maskéd ...
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Стр. 349 - Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Стр. 284 - The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; The smack and tang of elemental things...
Стр. 432 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Стр. 352 - I have finished my day's work"; but I cannot say, " I have finished my life " My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley : it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight to open with the dawn.
Стр. 570 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Стр. 570 - I went in, and there, to be sure, the poor fellow lay in his berth, smiling pleasantly as he gave me his hand, but looking very frail. I could not help a glance round, which showed me what a little shrine he had made of the box he was lying in. ' The stars and stripes were triced up above and around a picture of Washington, and he had painted a majestic eagle, with lightnings blazing from his beak and his foot just clasping the whole globe, which his wings overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance,...
Стр. 570 - His hair is crisp and black and long his face is like the tan, His brow is wet with honest sweat, he earns whate'er he can. And looks the whole world in the face, for he owes not any man.
Стр. 570 - THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS. FIRST, April, she with mellow showers Opens the way for early flowers; Then after her comes smiling May, In a more rich and sweet array; Next enters June, and brings us more Gems than those two that went before : Then (lastly) July comes, and she More wealth brings in than all those three.
Стр. 352 - I feel in myself the future life. I am like a forest which has been more than once cut down. The new shoots are stronger and livelier than ever : I am rising, I know, toward the sky. The sunshine is on my head. The earth gives me its generous sap, but heaven lights me with the reflection of unknown worlds.
Стр. 570 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would we not shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!