Mirage

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Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 427 páginas

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Página 171 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er...
Página 368 - FOR all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war, The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away, In wantonness o'erthrown. There is nothing left to-day But steel and fire and stone! Though all we knew depart, The old Commandments stand: — ' In courage keep your heart, In strength lift up your hand.
Página 306 - ... whose dreams are gray. Two apple trees alone in the waste on a sandy ledge, Grappled and woven together with sprouts in a blackened mesh, They are dead almost at the roots, but nourish- the sedge; They are dead and at truce, like souls of outlived flesh. I have startled a gull to flight. I thought him a wave: White of his wings seemed foam, breast hued like the sand-hued roll. When a part of the sea takes wing you would think that the grave Of dead days might release to the heights a soul.
Página 210 - He that is down need fear no fall, He that is low no pride, He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 144 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Página 307 - I have climbed to the little burial plot of the lost In wrecks at sea. West of me lies the town. Below are the apple trees, pulling each other down. Children are romping to school, ruddy from frost. How the wind grieves around these weedy wisps, And shakes them like a dog, sniffing from patch to patch. I try the battered gate, lift up the latch, And enter where the grass like a thistle lisps. Lost at sea!
Página 307 - I slept as the day was ending: scarlet and gilt Behind the Japan screen of shrubs and trees. I awoke to the scabbard of night and the starry hilt Of the sunken sun, to the old unease. Sleeping, a void in my heart is awake; Waking, there is the moon and the wind's moan. I would I were as the sea that can break Over the rocks, indifferent and alone.
Página 306 - With a flapping coat I step, brace back as the wind drags by; No ship as far as the seam where the sea and the sky are joined. I am watched from the hotel, I think. Who faces the cold? Why does he walk alone? 'Tis a bitter day. But I trade dreams with the sea, for the sea is old, And knows the dreams of a heart whose dreams are gray. Two apple trees alone in the waste on a sandy ledge, Grappled and woven...
Página 164 - Kirby took a drink of brandy from the flask and came to her, taking her in his arms. "Tell me, dear, what shall we do? Are we engaged?" Becky shook her head. "What do you wish? Shall I treat you as my bride to be, or shall we go on as we are now...
Página 244 - I'm sure that he's no real friend to you — or to anybody. If that man went to confession — but there, that's not what I've come for. I've come to say to you that I never felt so sorry for anyone in my life as I do for you. I cried all night after your beautiful mill was burned down. You were coming to see me next day — you remember what you said in M. Fille's office — but of course you couldn't. Of course, there was no reason why you should come to see me really — I've only got two hundred...

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