My Third Book: A Collection of TalesHarper & Bros., 1859 - 434 páginas |
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... THE ACTRESS ......... THE RECORD OF A TROUBLED LIFE .. FOUR LETTERS FROM HELEN HAMILTON THE PHANTOM FACE : A STORY FOR CHRISTMAS . PAGE 9 55 77 117 141 159 181 211 247 283 299 319 335 347 377 .... 395 419 The Pride of Moses Grant .
... THE ACTRESS ......... THE RECORD OF A TROUBLED LIFE .. FOUR LETTERS FROM HELEN HAMILTON THE PHANTOM FACE : A STORY FOR CHRISTMAS . PAGE 9 55 77 117 141 159 181 211 247 283 299 319 335 347 377 .... 395 419 The Pride of Moses Grant .
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... letter which I have received from Gilbert Trumbull . It seems his lawyer wrote it for him when he was dy- ing . It says : " MR . GRANT , -I have not been a good man . I feel this now , lying here on my death - bed , and I con- fess it ...
... letter which I have received from Gilbert Trumbull . It seems his lawyer wrote it for him when he was dy- ing . It says : " MR . GRANT , -I have not been a good man . I feel this now , lying here on my death - bed , and I con- fess it ...
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... letter , along with a copy of my will , and a minia- ture I had painted of Margaret and myself by stealth , while she was with me . The child may like it . I suppose I am not good enough for my blessing to avail her much ; but she has ...
... letter , along with a copy of my will , and a minia- ture I had painted of Margaret and myself by stealth , while she was with me . The child may like it . I suppose I am not good enough for my blessing to avail her much ; but she has ...
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... letter and these things I have shown you . " " His letter ! my father's letter ! Why don't you give it to me ? " Mary Grant put the girl from her , and laid her ten- derly back on the lounge . Then she went out , closing the door behind ...
... letter and these things I have shown you . " " His letter ! my father's letter ! Why don't you give it to me ? " Mary Grant put the girl from her , and laid her ten- derly back on the lounge . Then she went out , closing the door behind ...
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... letter which the elder wrote that afternoon told Walter Fairfield the whole story - the fearful wrong -the penitence which would fain make feeble resti- tution by confession . He laid bare in it his stricken , humbled heart . No one at ...
... letter which the elder wrote that afternoon told Walter Fairfield the whole story - the fearful wrong -the penitence which would fain make feeble resti- tution by confession . He laid bare in it his stricken , humbled heart . No one at ...
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arms asked beautiful Bertha blessed bosom bright brown house Caddie calm cheek child chirography Clara Barton daugh dead dear death despair door dreams Elinor Eversley eyes face Faith fancy father felt flowers forever forgive gentle girl give grave grew hair hand happy HARPER'S MAGAZINE HARPER'S WEEKLY Harry Holt head hear heard heart heaven Hester hope hour husband Joanna kiss knew letter Lilias lips lived looked Mabel marriage marry Mary Grant Mistress Wilde morning Moses Grant mother nature never night Olive Olive Winchester once pale passion Payson pity prayer proud quiet Rachel Ralph Hunting Ralph Huntington rector rose Rowland Chivers seemed side silent smile sorrow soul stood story strange summer sweet tears tell tender thing thought told tones utter voice walked Walter Fairfield Walter Whitney watch wife wild woman Woolwich words young
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Página 140 - 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: "It might have been...
Página 116 - 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 76 - All within is dark as night : In the windows is no light ; And no murmur at the door, So frequent on its hinge before. III. Close the door, the shutters close, Or thro' the windows we shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house.
Página 420 - 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 346 - And she too, that princess fair, 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 158 - 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 246 - She was a beautiful girl of sixteen ; with black hair, and dark, lovely eyes, and a face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular ! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date.
Página 54 - LOVE me, sweet, with all thou art, \ Feeling, thinking, seeing; • Love me in the lightest part, Love me in full being. Love me with thine open youth In its frank surrender, With the vowing of thy mouth, With its silence tender.
Página 180 - 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 76 - Come away : for Life and Thought Here no longer dwell; But in a city glorious — A great and distant city — have bought A mansion incorruptible. Would they could have stayed with us ! THE DYING SWAN.