My Third Book: A Collection of TalesHarper & Bros., 1859 - 434 páginas |
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... rose and groped blindly to her chair . She sat there with half - closed eyes , swaying herself to and fro , muttering now and then , " Oh , this pitiless storm ! " Outside , the figure tottered on . Suddenly there was a cry borne upon ...
... rose and groped blindly to her chair . She sat there with half - closed eyes , swaying herself to and fro , muttering now and then , " Oh , this pitiless storm ! " Outside , the figure tottered on . Suddenly there was a cry borne upon ...
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... rose up in the bed , and shrieked out , with her eyes gleaming , her frame trem- bling , " You shall not , I say you shall not speak his name -you who hate him so . You shall not drive me into betraying his secret . Turn me out again ...
... rose up in the bed , and shrieked out , with her eyes gleaming , her frame trem- bling , " You shall not , I say you shall not speak his name -you who hate him so . You shall not drive me into betraying his secret . Turn me out again ...
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... rose calm , and bright , and fair . Early in the day Moses Grant went forth to seek the pastor of the old Presbyterian church , in which he had been an elder for so many years , and arrange for his daughter's burial . That afternoon ...
... rose calm , and bright , and fair . Early in the day Moses Grant went forth to seek the pastor of the old Presbyterian church , in which he had been an elder for so many years , and arrange for his daughter's burial . That afternoon ...
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... rose - bush a bud just bursting into crimson bloom , and placed it in her bosom . Then , stealing to the little looking - glass , she smoothed down her already faultlessly smooth hair , hoping , with pretty womanly self - consciousness ...
... rose - bush a bud just bursting into crimson bloom , and placed it in her bosom . Then , stealing to the little looking - glass , she smoothed down her already faultlessly smooth hair , hoping , with pretty womanly self - consciousness ...
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... arrayed in the manifold charms of style and fashion , but beside the unconscious grace of Elinor Trumbull they seemed to him like flaunting peonies contrasted with the fresh rose - bud she wore THE PRIDE OF MOSES GRANT . 23.
... arrayed in the manifold charms of style and fashion , but beside the unconscious grace of Elinor Trumbull they seemed to him like flaunting peonies contrasted with the fresh rose - bud she wore THE PRIDE OF MOSES GRANT . 23.
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Página 120 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Página 96 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Página 56 - All within is dark as night : In the windows is no light; And no murmur at the door, So frequent on its hinge before. Close the door, the shutters close, Or thro' the windows we shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house.
Página 400 - Suffer not woman and her tenderness to sit near him in his darkness. Banish the frailties of hope, wither the relenting of love, scorch the fountains of tears,* curse him as only thou canst curse. So shall he be accomplished in the furnace, so shall he see the things that ought not to be seen, sights that are abominable, and secrets that are unutterable. So shall he read elder truths, sad truths, grand truths, fearful truths. So shall he rise again before he dies. And so shall our commission be accomplished...
Página 138 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER CHAMOIS HUNTER.
Página 409 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Página 36 - Farther off or nigher, Love me for the house and grave, And for something higher. Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear, Woman's love no fable, / will love thee — half a year — As a man is able.
Página 160 - Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done; There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Página 326 - If her bloom be now less rare, Let her have her youth again — Let her be as she was then ! Let her have her proud dark eyes, / And her petulant quick replies, Let her sweep her dazzling hand With its gesture of command, And shake back her raven hair With the old imperious air...
Página 278 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.