The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1888 |
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... face , thinking that probably his depleted purse might plead for me . Removing my hat just then , I proceeded to pin it securely to the canvas lining of the stage . A wild shriek from one of the girls sitting outside with the driver ...
... face , thinking that probably his depleted purse might plead for me . Removing my hat just then , I proceeded to pin it securely to the canvas lining of the stage . A wild shriek from one of the girls sitting outside with the driver ...
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... face beamed at this praise while he shook hands with me over and over again , declaring in the most friendly man- ner that he was glad to make my acquaint- ance . " You see , we have known him for years , " continued Mr. Charley ...
... face beamed at this praise while he shook hands with me over and over again , declaring in the most friendly man- ner that he was glad to make my acquaint- ance . " You see , we have known him for years , " continued Mr. Charley ...
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... face bent so fiercely upon her : the skies might well fall when her father looked like that . Des- demona was not placed in half so trying a position . Desdemona had a husband , and besides she knew her own feelings . But X was ignorant ...
... face bent so fiercely upon her : the skies might well fall when her father looked like that . Des- demona was not placed in half so trying a position . Desdemona had a husband , and besides she knew her own feelings . But X was ignorant ...
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... face it seemed to him that it was X herself , again a little child , just as she looked on that night when he had pointed the pistol at her head to kill her . Tears rolled slowly down his cheeks . He clasped his daughter to his breast ...
... face it seemed to him that it was X herself , again a little child , just as she looked on that night when he had pointed the pistol at her head to kill her . Tears rolled slowly down his cheeks . He clasped his daughter to his breast ...
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... face becoming less and less energetic until it can do no more damage to buildings ; then at last until it can no longer be felt by human senses ; and finally until it is no longer perceptible to the most delicate in- struments . It has ...
... face becoming less and less energetic until it can do no more damage to buildings ; then at last until it can no longer be felt by human senses ; and finally until it is no longer perceptible to the most delicate in- struments . It has ...
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الصفحة 252 - Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit...
الصفحة 256 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
الصفحة 250 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
الصفحة 253 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
الصفحة 254 - Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
الصفحة 252 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 253 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
الصفحة 251 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...
الصفحة 253 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
الصفحة 254 - Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.