The Writings of Bret Harte: Poems and Two men of Sandy BarHoughton Mifflin, 1896 |
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 129 - Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.
الصفحة 11 - What if conquest, subjugation, Even greater ills become? ' But the drum Answered, 'Come! You must do the sum to prove it,' said the Yankeeanswering drum. 'What if, 'mid the cannons' thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb ? ' But the drum Answered, ' Come ! Better there in death united, than in life a recreant, —Come ! ' Thus they answered,— hoping, fearing, Some in faith, and doubting some, Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming,...
الصفحة 279 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
الصفحة 4 - ... Spake in the old man's strong right hand, And his corded throat, and the lurking frown Of his eyebrows under his old bell-crown ; Until, as they gazed, there crept an awe Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw. In the antique vestments and long white hair, The Past of the Nation in battle there ; And some of the soldiers since declare That the gleam of his old white hat afar, Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre, That day was their oriflamme of war.
الصفحة 131 - Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass — at least, to all intent ; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent.
الصفحة 279 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
الصفحة 116 - You see this yer Dow Hed the worst kind of luck ; He slipped up somehow On each thing thet he struck. Why, ef he'da straddled thet fence-rail the derned thing 'ed get up and buck.
الصفحة 114 - And twelve hundred dollars of hoss-flesh afloat, and a driftin' to thunder ! Would ye b'lieve it? that night that boss, that ar' filly, Chiquita, Walked herself into her stall, and stood there, all quiet and dripping : Clean as a beaver or rat, with nary a buckle of harness, Just as she swam the Fork, — that hoss, that ar* filly, Chiquita.
الصفحة 204 - ... twas boyish fancy, — for the reader Was youngest of them all, — But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall ; The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened in every spray, While the whole camp, with " Nell " on English meadows, Wandered and lost their way. And so in mountain solitudes — o'ertaken As by some spell divine — Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire : And...
الصفحة 117 - He goes to the well, And he stands on the brink, And stops for a spell Jest to listen and think: For the sun in his eyes, (jest like this, sir!) you see, kinder made the cuss blink.